Why Me

Sometimes I go walking through the long tall grass
 Wonder how long hard times will last
 For this backward soul on a road that god knows where
 As hard as I try ain't left no track
 It's not enough to find my way back
 I hit the ground like broken glass and just lay there
 Chorus
 Singing why me, oh why me
 And I throw another empty bottle up against the wall
 And I say why me, oh why me
 But pitty never ever did me any kinda good at all
 So I walk on
 Verse II
 And I wound up on the capital steps
 Watching the lobbyists smoking cigarettes
 And bury their shoes in the country club blues
 And who got who by the short hairs
 Standing there in their high dollar suits
 Looking down at my tattered old jeans and boots
 And this weathered guitar that seems to follow me everywhere
 God it follows me everywhere
 Chorus
 Playing why me, oh why me
 All I got's another song about how money makes and breaks the law
 And I sing why me, oh why me
 I'm just a broke troubadore with a bark for the underdog
 So I walk on
 Verse III
 Now I ain't Jesus, but I can relate
 To a man looking death square in the face
 Even he hit his knees with a plea in the garden of gethsemane
 To his holy father he raised his eyes
 In his darkest hours he cried
 Please would you take this cup from me
 Chorus
 Praying why me, oh why me
 Knowing all the while he had to carry that cross and hang there
 When I say why me, oh me
 I know that somewhere up in heaven there's a big old book with my name there
 So I walk on, I rock on
 Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on
 Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on
 Even when I'm singing, why me