Hey Tom, you got any whiskey?   This bottle's spent   I been out there in the rain   Just trying to figure out where   Canal Street ends   I stopped over by Emma's   Boy, we had a ball   Walked in with a handful of money   Left two minutes later   With nothing at all   All I got is my horn   Hey tom, let me play you this song   I know it's getting late   I won't keep you long      I found this horn in a gutter   Cleaned it up, made it work   Now everybody comes 'round   To hear me playing pepper rag   Down in Lincoln Park   But my hands won't stop tremblin   And death's been banging around my dreams   And sometimes at night I swear   I hear my little babies scream   And sometimes I can't breathe   The air gets thick in my mouth   So open up that windown   Let the breeze blow out      I can finally feel that whiskey   It's running around my brain   So tonight I'm gonna walk back out   Into that storm   And let it carry me away   Tell Nora I love her   Tell Hattie goodbye   And if my momma asks   Just tell her I'm doing fine