With our arms round each other   Drinkin' Dixie in the gutter    Waitin' for the sunrise again    Watchin' all the streetcars    Tourists in cigar bars    Drinkin' martinis and gin    You tell some stories   We both tell some lies    Under the pale black skies    And every now and then    We'll be here again    In the gutter drinkin' Dixie my friend    All the people we'd meet    Playin' music in the street    Singin' the cocaine blues until dawn    We'd talk and spend big,    Down at the Blind Pig    For one more round and a song    Passin' our time    With whiskey and wine    And women that never stayed long    Some came from France,    Some came from chance    But the best came from the Midwest    We traveled down rivers    We traveled down roads    We traveled down broke through the rain and the snow    We leaned on the shoulders of highways   That abused us like friends    We caught those trains    Just like a disease    With our heads in the clouds    And our hearts on its knees    Looking for something that we may never find    Jake had to ramble took all he could handle    Augie you know he's just bound to die    Sometimes I miss 'em but mostly I don't    Sometimes I break down and ask why    Why are things this way?   What makes things that way?   Which way if anyway is right?    I'm alone with my friends    I’m down in my sin    In the gutter drinkin' Dixie again