Today I'm livin' like a rich man's son Tomorrow mornin' I could be a bum It doesn't matter which direction though I know a woman in New Mexico Oh worse comes to worse I'll get along I don't know how but sometimes I can be strong And if I don't have a car I'll hitch I got a thumb and she's a son of a bitch I'll do my writing on my road guitar And make a living at a piano bar Oh worse comes to worse I'll get along I don't know how but sometimes I can be strong Oo lighting and thunder Flashed across the roads we drove up on Oh but it's clear skies we're under When we are together, when I sing my song Fun ain't easy if it free Too many people got a hold on me But I know a woman in New Mexico Oh worse comes to worse I'll get along I don't know how but sometimes I can be strong
