Well it looks like I'm out on the streets again
Rent is due without a dollar to my name
Trying to hold it down
Trying to turn around
Ain't nothing left
But the shame

Yeah it looks like the taxman's on my heels again
Probably try and haul my off to jail
I better run away
I'd better leave today
For there ain't no one
To post my bail

So cry me a river down to North Caroline
And build me a boat for to sail my pride
Through the tears of my wasted life

Well it looks like I wore out my welcome here
Ain't no one smiling when they hear my name
I'd better run and hide
I'd better leave tonight
Or they're bound
To take my pay

So cry me a river down to North Caroline
And build me a boat for to sail my pride
Through the tears of my wasted life