Davy's on the road again, wearin' different clothes again
Davy's turnin' handouts down to keep his pockets clean
All his goods are sold again, his word's as good as sold again
Says, if you see Jean now ask her please to pity me
Jean and I, we moved along, since the day down in the hollow
When the mind went driftin' on and the feet were soon to follow
Davy's on the road again, wearin' different clothes again
Davy's turnin' handsout down to keep his pockets clean
Sayin' his good-byes again
Says, if you see Jean now ask her please to pity me
Downtown in the big town, y'gonna set you back on your heels
With a mouth full of memories
Had a lot of stickers for my windshield
Shut the door, cut the light, Davy won't be home tonight
You can wait till the dawn rolls in
You won't see your Davy again
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