I used to work construction
Built skyscrapers of concrete and steel
I used to be a truck driver
Thousands of miles passed beneath my wheels
I used to be a soldier
Fought to keep this nation free
I used to be a father
And I raised a family
I used to be a surgeon
Healed people with my hands
I used to be all kinds of useful things
Before my luck went bad
I'm on the skids
Out on the skids
Somehow my life slipped backwards
And I'm on the skids
I'm living in an alley
I'm sleeping in a box
I get my meals from trash cans
I guard my cart like it was Fort Knox
Can't visualize my future
I'm haunted by my past
I wake up every morning
Wondering if it's my last
I dream of turning my life around
I pray it's not too late
I just turned 44
But I feel like I'm 88
I'm on the skids
Out on the skids
Somehow, my life slipped backwards
And I'm on the skids
On the skids, skids, skids
I'm on the skids, skids, skids
I wanted to catch the gravy train
But it just passed me by
Now this bottle of Night Train's
The only train I can afford to ride
I'm on the skids
Somebody, help me out
Lost on the skids
Somebody, help me now
Prisoner of the skids
Out on the skids
Lost on the skids
On the skids, skids, skids
I'm on the skids, skids, skids
On the skids, skids, skids
I'm on the skids, skids, skids