I don't know a soul in this city
I'm Kentucky born and bred
I'm just minding my business
Everywhere I go, there's trouble up ahead

I'm just passing through this city
I'm headed for the Kentucky line
I've got some business with the daddy
Of a girl I left behind

And I don't know a soul in this city
But the police seem to know me
I'm just hollow-eyed and hungry
They look at me suspiciously

I'm goin' to the town square in London
And find the man who sent me down the pike
Like a blind man‚ he won't see me comin'
When I get done with him he'll see the light

And I don't know a soul in this city
But the police seem to know me
I'm just hollow-eyed and hungry
They look at me suspiciously

[Instrumental]
I don't know a soul in this city
I'm a stranger passing through
I'm just minding my business
Don't mess with me‚ I won't mess with you
Don't mess with me‚ I won't mess with you

[Outro]
Everywhere I go
Everywhere I go
Trouble up ahead