As I walk these concrete canyons down in Frisco-by-the-sea
There's lots of room for plutocrats, there's no place left for me
All the flops have gone for condos and the skids are down the chute
But lookin' don't cost nothin' boys, so look for me in bu*te
Look for me in bu*te, Montana high up on the hill
Where it seems that you can live for weeks on a 20 dollar bill
Bessie put the kettle on, I've been out on a toot
When there's nothin' left worth lookin' for
Look for me in bu*te
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the jungle fires have died
Piggyback containers, there's no place a 'bo can ride
All the bulls are gettin' surly, seems they're more inclined to shoot
I'm tired of bein' civilized so look for me in bu*te
Look for me in bu*te if you're lookin' anywhere
Whatever I've been missin' it's sure bound to happen there
Bessie put the kettle on, I've been out on a toot
When there's no place left worth lookin' for
Look for me in bu*te
And when my days are ended and my final race is run
I'll think about the good times and all the things I've done
When I'm packin' my last bindle down the Indian Valley Route
If I don't get into heaven boys
Look for me in bu*te
Look for me in bu*te where my ragged soul can mend
In a world that's full of strangers you can always find a friend
Bessie put the kettle on, I've been out on a toot
When there's nothin' left worth lookin' for
Look for me in bu*te
Look for me in bu*te where the mountains kiss the stars
I'll be drinkin' with the miners at the old Helsinki bar
Bessie put the kettle on, I've been out on a toot
When there's no place left worth lookin' for
Look for me in bu*te
Bessie put your bonnet on, let's go out on a toot
When there's nothing left worth lookin' for
Look for me in bu*te