Lyrics
WALKING INTO TOWN
(Timothy Brickley and David Rheins)
No sir, I didn’t have a chance.
Guy comes up to me and says,
“You just lost your money, Mister,
you gotta play the game, you gotta play the game,
you gotta play the game.”
“See, you still owe up on the ante,
and you’re playing for your future’s sake.”
I don’t remember wanting to play the game,
but everybody’s doing it.
Why? Nobody says. Why? Nobody says.
Walking into town.
Walking into town.
Walking into town.
Walking into town.
I’ve been walking for a fortnight,
and my feet shuffling is the only sound.
I’m so tired of this tramp’s plight
And so I’m walking into town.
Not an ancestor in the county.
I’ve been judged out-of-place.
They say I’m carrying bounty
But I’m sure we burned the last trace, we burned the last trace,
we burned the last trace.
Walking into town.
Walking into town.
Walking into town.
Walking into town.
No sir, I didn’t have a chance.
Copyright 1979. Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.
