Well I'm walkin' on down the road
But it can't be heaven
'Cause the streets aren't gold
And everybody knows what Bobby was told
I'm walkin' on down the road

Groovin' a tune straight out of the womb
'Cause [bad word] is a must to be a [bad word] blue dude
That's a matter of fact don't be confused
Everybody knows [bad word] friends are few [bad word]  every body sing, sing my song
Everybody knows, everybody thinks that I've done wrong [bad word]  everybody sing, sing my song

Well I'm walkin' on down the road
But it can't be heaven
'Cause the streets aren't gold
And everybody knows what Bobby was told
I'm walkin' on down the road

like a mama bear hugs her baby bear cubs
dude he can't lose when lives on love
Like the bark on a tree
Like the skin on my knees
I'm standin' by my blood
 [bad word]  everybody sing, sing my song
Everybody knows, everybody thinks that I've done wrong [bad word]  everybody sing, sing my song [bad word]  everybody sing, sing my song
Everybody knows, everybody thinks that I've done wrong [bad word]  everybody sing, sing my song

Well I'm walkin' on down the road
But it can't be heaven
'Cause the streets aren't gold
And everybody knows what Bobby was told
I'm walkin' on down the road
I'm walkin' on down the road
I'm walkin' on down the road