I pulled out from Highland was the middle of the night
Them vultures down in Cherry Town kept it hidden out of sight
Them boys from Mac's sure talk real dirty
And they keep their ladies locked behind their backs
And that church's choir don't sing so pretty
It's a far out song that they're calling from the past
I left for Chicago, tried to pass some time
They say it's a sweet home, it ain't no home of mine
The busking drummers drumming on the street
And they keep it pounding for the midnight runner
If that train is coming, you can feel the heat
Hold on tight as it's blowing you down the tracks
I took to St. Louis, tried to find a home
I went far down to Missouri and felt more alone
Fancy nights spent up on the hill
Beautiful ladies, men dressed to kill
They got the money, gonna gamble it all
At River City, they watch those tumbling dice fall