Well I tried to take the last train out of Clarksville
But they tore up the tracks
Walkin' Fifteen South
With a guitar on my back
Baby, open up the front door
My key don't seem to fit!
Now I've been walking for ten hours
Please don't give me no shit
She said, "I'll give you every single bit
I believe that you deserve!
You ain't been home in three damn weeks
And all your shit's out on the curb!"
Damn, baby...
Aww, now can we talk about it inside?
I am beggin' please
I walked all night just to get here
And I'm about to freeze!
She said, "You're lucky I don't come out there
And cut off both your balls!
You ain't been home in three damn weeks
And you never even called!"
I said, "Girl, I done you wrong
That's prob'lly just what I deserve,
But listen...Is this pile of ashes what's left
Of my shit on the curb?"
She said," Yeah."
I said, "Well I guess I'm still travellin' light!"
Have mercy!
Baby, it's cold out here!
Now, so I'm walkin' back to Clarksville
Along the same tracks
Oh, Jefferson Davis Northbound
My guitar on my back
Well, my baby did not want me
No she was quite perturbed
And when I get back to Clarksville
I guess I'll sleep on the curb.
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