Sometimes I go walking through the long tall grass   Wonder how long hard times will last   For this backward soul on a road that god knows where   As hard as I try ain't left no track   It's not enough to find my way back   I hit the ground like broken glass and just lay there      Chorus   Singing why me, oh why me   And I throw another empty bottle up against the wall   And I say why me, oh why me   But pitty never ever did me any kinda good at all   So I walk on      Verse II   And I wound up on the capital steps   Watching the lobbyists smoking cigarettes   And bury their shoes in the country club blues   And who got who by the short hairs      Standing there in their high dollar suits   Looking down at my tattered old jeans and boots   And this weathered guitar that seems to follow me everywhere   God it follows me everywhere      Chorus   Playing why me, oh why me   All I got's another song about how money makes and breaks the law   And I sing why me, oh why me   I'm just a broke troubadore with a bark for the underdog   So I walk on       Verse III   Now I ain't Jesus, but I can relate   To a man looking death square in the face   Even he hit his knees with a plea in the garden of gethsemane   To his holy father he raised his eyes   In his darkest hours he cried   Please would you take this cup from me      Chorus   Praying why me, oh why me   Knowing all the while he had to carry that cross and hang there   When I say why me, oh me   I know that somewhere up in heaven there's a big old book with my name there   So I walk on, I rock on   Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on   Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on   Even when I'm singing, why me