I've got no grave to come home to,
my cattle drive is over, and these pinion'd
farthings, useless now, can maybe hold
hold their own value while my eyes
dissolve away. Oh, blues, blues, blue
is me; here is my handle, take my
ragged coat for free.
One thing is for certain, I claim the
ribald and the renowned, together -
just for once, the most beautiful girl
in the world should be reading my
mind while I hum along.