When I first came to town. All the people gathered round. They bought me drinks. Lord how they quickly changed their tune. When I first came to town. People took me round from end to end. Like someone may take round a friend. O how quickly they changed their tune. Suspicion and dark murmurs surround me. Everywhere I go they confound me. As though the blood on my hands. Is there for every citizen to see. O sweet Jesus. There is no turning back. There is always one more town. A little further down the track. And from my window across the tracks. I watch the juicers burn their fires. And in that light. Their faces leer at me. How I wish they'd just let me be. When I first came to town. Their favours were for free. Now even the doors of the whores of this town. Are closed to me. I search the mirror. And I try to see. Why the people of this town. Have washed their hands of me. O sweet Jesus. There is no turning back. There is always one more town. A little further down the track. O lord every god-damn turn I take. I fear the noose I fear the stake. For there is no bone. They did not break. In all the towns I've been before. Well those that sin against me are snuffed out. I know from every day that I live. God-damn the day that I was born. The night that forced me from the womb. And god-damn this town. For I am leaving now. But one day I will return. And the people of this town will surely see. Just how quickly the tables turn. O sweet Jesus. This really is the end. There is always one more town. A little further round the end.