D5 
	    i got two dollars and fifty-one cents 
 
	B5 
	    eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens 
 
	G5 
	    a beat up copy of Cannery Row 
 
	A5 
	    five hundred miles left to go 
 
	    x2 
 
	D5              A5          G5 (pm) G5A5 
	    everywhere i go i'm looking down 
 
	D5                 A5      B5               G5 
	    watching my old tennis shoes as their wearing out 
 
	D5        A5                G5 (pm) G5A5 
	    walking off these homesick blues 
 
	D5         A5          B5             G5 
	    i may be drunk and lost, but I'm not confused and 
 
	D5                      A5 
	    i know where this train is slowly going 
 
	E5                G5 
	    north to K-falls, then on to Portland 
 
	D5                    A5 
	    i know i'm f*cked up. it's stupid hoping 
 
	E5                         G5               A5 
	    you'll answer phone calls. Goodbye to Oakland