I studied all the pictures in magazines and books
I memorized the subway map too
It's one block north to Macy's and two to Brothers Brooks
Manhattan I prepared for you
You certainly are diff'rent from what they have back home
Where nothing's over three stories high
And no one's in a hurry or wants to roam
But I do so they wonder why
They said I would soon be good and lonely
They said I would sing the homesick blues
So I always have this ticket in my pocket
A ticket home in my pocket
To do with as I choose
Burn the bridge bet the store
Baby's coming home no more
Not for the life of me
Break the lock post my bail
Done my time I'm out of jail
Not for the life of me
A life that's gotta be more than a one light town
Where the light is always red
Gotta be more than an old ghost town
Where the ghost ain't even dead
Clap a your hands just a because
Don't you know that where I am ain't where I was
Not for the life of me
Boh doh dee oh
Not for the life of
Not for the life of
Not for the life of me
