I Don't Even Know What I Did Wrong But Her Old Man Said If I Didn't Get Out of Town I Might Not Live Too Long And I Can Still See Her Mother With Her Hair Up in Rolls As She Cast a Telling Glance At That Young Girl's Red Hot Eyes Sometimes I Think I Could Lose All My Troubles But Here I Stand They're Trying to Cure Me With Nicotine and Whiskey Watching Their Faces Passing Me By And I've Been Holding Out My Hand Waiting For Love to Come At My Command But the Glow From Around My Head Is Gone And If I Don't Get a Ride Real Soon I Might Be Dead in the Ground Sometimes I Think I Could Lose All My Troubles But Here I Stand They're Trying to Cure Me With Nicotine and Whiskey Watching Their Faces Passing Me By There's no Need to Follow Look Into the Eyes of This Wandering Stranger I Won't Rob Or Steal Your Money So Don't Let the Wind Through the Crack in Your Door Don't Let the Wind Through the Crack in Your Door