404

I sold my banjo for a bag of dope
And a pitcher of beer at the 404 and
Sitting here I’m crying
I broke my hand over my good friend’s head
And now it’s two weeks later in a hospital bed and
That curse will follow you
And no, I won’t hurt you anymore
I’ll just walk right out that door
Well I was lost and so was she
She taught me to love, to feel and breathe
And it was Daisy, Daisy
Five states ago I was a different man
And now I’ve done some things that you may resent but
I don’t think you mind
And whoa, oh I won’t hurt you anymore
I’ll just walk right out that door
I pawned my banjo for a bag of dope
And a pitcher of beer at the 404 and
Sittin' here I’m cryin'
And whoa, oh I won’t hurt you anymore
I’ll just walk right out that door