Today I'm living like a rich man's son

Tomorrow morning I could be a bum

It doesn't matter which direction though

I know a woman in New Mexico



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 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



(Ooh ooh ooh) Lightning and thunder

Flashed across the roads we drove upon

Oh, but it's clear skies we're under

When we are together, when we sing this song



Worse comes to worse I'll get along

I don't know how but sometimes I can be strong



Oh, fun ain't easy if it ain't free

Too many people got a hold on me

But I know something that they don't know

I know a woman in New Mexico



Worse comes to worse I'll get along

I don't know how but sometimes I can be strong

(Ooh ooh ooh, ooh, ooh)