Not Down This Low

Down in the gutter where I found my true love
 Just a bottle of whiskey and some blue moon dust
 Boots are rattlin across my own front door
 I hear a lady cryin out there she says, not down this low
 Not down this low
 Not down this low
 Not down this low
 Not down this low
 Silver people walk on by, changes sometimes around
 There can't be a begging or at least not out loud
 I got a family I had to leave, away up North
 I hope they think that I am dead but not down this low
 Not down this low
 Not down this low
 Not down this low
 Not down this low
 Seems like I haven't added for such a very long time
 But only then about them years well I have to say now
 I've gotta drink to father people's smile to remember where I've been
 Shooting stars they're up high
 Not down this low