Two, three.
♪
The rain kept pouring
on a Tuesday morning ♪
♪ I throw my boots on
and I fade away ♪
♪ In a smoky diner,
a few coal miners ♪
♪ And a little jukebox that I like to play ♪
♪ Here come old Stevie,
head look greasy ♪
♪ Share some stories,
then we say goodbye ♪
♪ And I head on downtown,
and I put this song down ♪
♪ And I sing my heart out all through the night ♪
♪ And I pick my life ♪
♪ It's what I need to say,
I seen along the way ♪
♪ A lot of memories,
and I'm getting old ♪
♪ And I feel a warm breeze,
and I hear the birds sing ♪
♪ The way the leaves change when it's getting cold ♪
♪ Oh, how I dance with you,
oh, there's a full moon ♪
♪ I feel heartache,
and the sun don't shine ♪
♪ I write it all down,
and I let it all out ♪
♪ And I sing it out loud into the night ♪
♪ And I pick my life ♪
♪
And I watch the people,
good and evil ♪
♪ And mother nature paints the scene ♪
♪ And I hear a freight train,
watch the child play ♪
♪ How a folk song is born this way ♪
♪ And I write it all down,
and I let it all out ♪
♪ And I sing it out loud into the night ♪
♪ And I pick my life ♪
