We met up down in Caroline
You shared yours, I shared mine.
Then somethinâ€™ crawled up your spine,
And you were on the road again.
Playinâ€™ songs and placeinâ€™ bets,
Payinâ€™ dues and payinâ€™ debts,
PBRs and cigarettes,
And a shot glass full of sin.
Where are you now my old friend Thomas,
You are not lost, but you have not been found.
You left this town and you left me with a promise,
You said donâ€™t look for me, and youâ€™ll see me around.
You might be up in Omaha,
Somewhereâ€™s out near Wichita
Maybe runninâ€™ from the law
Down in Dixie land.
Heard a rumor out near Louisianâ€™
Thereâ€™s a shadow of a man
Blowinâ€™ harp in a Creole band
With a six string in his hand.
This damned old Bible belt donâ€™t fit,
Think Iâ€™ll say to hell with it,
Pick up my bags and split
Up to Montreal.
Maybe youâ€™ll be there too,
Mendinâ€™ the holes in your shoes,
Weâ€™ll sit back and pick the blues,
And watch the snowflakes fall.
[Thanks to Joshua Panda for lyrics]