I got a blanket on my back That keeps a wicked wind down to a mild attack I got a bottle in the sack That keeps a maniacal mind off the river That waits below this railroad track I'm a thin line man now, I just go away A thin line man, well I just go away I lay low when I can, I lay low when I can I lay low I lay low I hear me a radio song from a long time ago It helps me to move along When I don't want to but I know I got to go There's a dead town on my mind that holds no mystery Way back down the line, well that's his story There's a shallow pond there that hides a shiny gun Because I had to leave now They all believe that I'm on the run They'll string me up and put me down Say I wouldn't had to hang if I would've hung around Got me a background no one knows They'll say that's just the way it goes For a drifter in this town