She might be wearing a green chemise   And a hat that she bought 'cause it matches her jeans   And the water she drinks well it comes from a stream   By the house she might win in that hospital lottery      And I might be stumbling and cursing them all   When she picks me up from the place that we both call disaster relief   For the rent must be paid by the first of the month   Or in my case, 15th      This is good as far as I can tell   It's still heavy as hell when it's good   And I do like the road   But I'd be better at home   I will pine for the oak streets   And pine for the cedars and you      Been around I suppose   I have chatted and chewed   I have lugged my guitar to the nice cafe blues   And when I come home I am coming home to this street and these avenues      This is good but as far as I can tell   It's still heavy as hell when it's good   And I do like the road   But I'd be better at home   I will pine for the oak streets   And pine for the cedars and you