TIN CAN

Playing poker with the rats. They beat me every hand.

I’d like to run away again. I can barely stand.

The train keeps clicking like a jack in the spokes.

I don’t get the punch line. I don’t get the joke.

 

Banging on a tin can. Banging on a tin can.

Never going home again.

 

Like a ding-dong ditch bell when I was a kid.

I remember everything that you and I did.

Wearing January’s clothes in the hot August wind.

The moon’s coming up. Let’s take her for a spin.

 

Banging on a tin can. Banging on a tin can.

Banging on a tin can. Never going home again.

 

Shaking off the day’s dust. Breathing in the night air.

Someone brought a bottle and we fix him with a cold stare.

I’m glazed in the rear-view of a junked Cadillac.

I beg for forgiveness. I can’t take it back.

 

Banging on a tin can. Banging on a tin can.

Never going home again.

 

Just a hop, skip and stumble to the corner barstool.

I only want to play. I don’t want to know the rules.

The engineer threw me out of boxcar number nine.

Didn’t know that I was bleeding. Didn’t know the blood was mine.

 

Banging on a tin can. Banging on a tin can.

Never going home again.

Banging on a tin can. Banging on a tin can.

Never going home again.

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Jim Walker - Lead Vocal, BG Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keys, Programming.