By the time
I got to the coast of Mexico
I was hungry
And cold
And I'm feelin'
Old before my time
Like a poet
Who can't recall a rhyme
Like a poet who can't recall a rhyme

You pretty woman
Give me
All your paid for love
And in the mornin'
I'll be gone
I can see by the look
You wear upon your face
That it's time for me to be movin' on
And it's time for me to be movin' on

If I could
perhaps, ma’am
I'd like to beg a meal
At your back door
I won't stay long
If you think you could spare
Some gravy on some bread
I can pay for my dinner with a song
I can pay for my dinner with a song

And when a man's got nothin'
It's hard for him to look
On the bright side of his days
He can spend his whole life
Trying to forget
But he'll never, never get away
No, he'll never, never get away

Say la da, da, di da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Who, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, hoo...