Nothing can stop you from doing anything you choose,
nothing's gonna stop you if you really wanna play the blues,
but noone's gonna like it if you make more than you lose.
Well you can come on down and you can see the show
you can come on up and you can have blow
but don't ask me how to get there, I don't know.
Pack up your suitcase, pick up your old guitar
wave goodbye and jump in the company car,
they've seen your picture and they want to know who you are.
Well you can come on down and you can have a blow
you can come on up and you can steal the show
but don't ask me how it happened, I don't know.
Well you can push, shove, lose your long time friends
you might make money, but you'll never quite make amends,
when you're drowned in the vacuum of the one-eyed TV lens.
Well you can fly on up and you can make the show
you can watch it come and you can watch it go
but don't ask me what it feels like, I don't know.
So pack up your cases and hide in your big black car
put on a new face pick up your old guitar,
is there anybody there but who doesn't know who you are.
Well you can watch it come and you can see it go
then you can come on down and we can have a blow
but don't ask me who are you are, 'cos I won't know.
I won't know
I won't know
I won't know
