Keep your f*ck box empty is what she said to me
And it's so goddamn tempting just to pack shit up and be
Feel the ray of truth that's lighting up your ears
Day after day you lose your youth wasting your numbered years
We don't need nothing 'cept our wits and a guitar
We'll just keep moving in the end not going far
And if we need something I'll busk the money 'fore long
But if I earn nothing we can steal it and be gone
Saturday night in Santa Cruz the sun was setting fast
On my way back from getting booze stoically I passed
She told me she liked my vest I turned around and we talked
Poor as shit not f*cking stressed it's time you learned the walk
We don't need nothing 'cept our wits and a guitar
We'll just keep moving in the end not going far
And if we need something I'll busk the money 'fore long
But if I earn nothing we can steal it and be gone
Guitar!
We don't need nothing 'cept our wits and a guitar
We'll just keep moving in the end not going far
And if we need something I'll busk the money 'fore long
But if I earn nothing we can steal it and be gone
Take it home!