today i'm livin' like a rich man's son
tomorrow mornin' i could be a bum
it doesn't matter which direction though
i know a woman in new mexico
oh worse comes to worse i'll get along
i don't know how but sometimes i can be strong
and if i don't have a car i'll hitch
i got a thumb and she's a son of a bitch
i'll do my writing on my road guitar
and make a living at a piano bar
oh worse comes to worse i'll get along
i don't know how but sometimes i can be strong
oo lighting and thunder
flashed across the roads we drove up on
oh but it's clear skies we're under
when we are together
when i sing my song
fun ain't easy if it free
too many people got a hold on me
but i know a woman in new mexico
oh worse comes to worse i'll get along
i don't know how but sometimes i can be strong