It's November and [bad word]  cold 
Hung around so long I done got old 
The street's not where I wanna be 
If it don't change soon, they gonna bury me 

My guitar's the only thing I own 
It goes with me everywhere I go 
And when I play, it sings to me 
If it don't change soon, they gonna bury me 

I sit me down, for change I play 
I get moved on each place I stay 
Just a down-and-out, that's what they see 
If it don't change soon, they gonna bury me 

Lord when I die, I'll need your help 
Cos I can't do it all by myself 
In Heaven's where I wanna be 
Things gonna change soon - and they'll bury me 

Don't wanna travel on my own 
So when they bury my old bones 
Dig it deep and set me free 
Just one last favour - bury my guitar with me