He drifts through the city
Like he owns no one
Boots cuffed, had low hands
Full of old regrets
Ladies call him trouble
Preachers call him lost
But he just tips his bottle
And walks on
Whistling tunes that nobody remembers
They call him a shadow on the boulevard
A silver-tongued devil with a lonely heart
He don't beg,
he don't borrow,
he
don't bend
Just leaves a trail of whiskey and sin
There was a girl
in Tulsa
Said he loved her once
Left her by the railroad tracks When the rain came down
He laughs at his own mistakes Says the world's too loud
Keeps moving,
keeps losing Keeps finding the same old ghosts
They call him a shadow on the boulevard A
silver-tongued devil with a lonely heart
He don't beg,
he don't borrow,
he
don't bend
Just leaves a trail of whiskey and sin
Some nights he talks to the moon Some nights he don't talk at all
Some nights he wonders if anyone remembers his name
But hell,
he knows his own and that's enough And if you see him pass,
tip your hat
He's gone before you blink
They call him a shadow on the boulevard A
silver-tongued devil with a lonely heart
He don't beg,
he don't borrow,
he don't bend
Just leaves a trail of whiskey and sin
And
when the neon dies
And the streets go quiet
He's just another story no one tells A shadow that keeps walking
A devil that keeps talking A man you'll never quite catch
Catch