She said I've been there, I've done thatGot the t-shirt and the hatI saw the show still, I don't knowJust where the heck I'm atI should've got a lot moreThan I ever bargained forI played at the Bluebird CafeAnd I rode the Texan bullI hitchhiked through the tumbleweedFrom Austin to Santa CruzStill I got no answersNo fortune, fame or cluesSo bring out the banjoI'm getting old, I got nothingI'm getting old, I got nothingI've got nothing else to doSo bring out the banjoYour happy song and a danceWould get me throughSo bring out the banjoJust play me a tuneShe said what's the deal here anywayI don't understand a wordI wish I had a wordI wish I had that manualThe world is so absurdI'd rather ride aloneThan running with the herdWell I feel like I should comfort herTake away her painNo one ever quite escapesThe past and their mistakesSo I pulled out my banjoPlayed the only song I could playThe only song I knowOoh, bring out the banjoI'm getting old, I got nothing else to doYeah, ooh, bring out the banjoYour happy song and a danceWould get me throughSo bring out the banjoOoh, the barcass is on fireStop and lift us in the rainOoh, I said sometimes life looks betterIn the break of dayBring out the banjoI'm getting old, I got nothing else to doYeah, bring out the banjoYour happy song and a danceWould get me throughOoh, I'm getting old, I got nothing else to doBring out the banjoPlay me a tune