Every step of the way we walk the line
Your days are numbered, so are mine
Time is pilin' up, we struggle and we scrape
We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape
City's just a jungle; more games to play
Trapped in the heart of it; trying to get away
I was raised in the country, I been workin in the town
I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down
Dylan, from Mississippi, on Love and Theft