[Verse 1] Well, I'm stuck in this place, Lord, Ain't no way out. Broken-down wheels, Can't roll me about. I try to do right, But I'm always wrong. Too tired to fight, Ain't got that strong. [Chorus] Oh, I got the Silver City Blues, Runnin' 'round my head. Ain't much for livin’, Might as well stay in bed. [Verse 2] Money runnin’ low, Bills knockin’ at my door. That woman keeps spendin’, Like we got more. Try to tell her, baby, We ain't got a dime. She just laughs and says, "You best go make some time." [Chorus] Oh, I got the Silver City Blues, Runnin' 'round my head. Ain't much for livin’, Might as well stay in bed. [Verse 3] Doctor called this mornin', Said, "Son, you ain't well." Told me if I ain't careful, I'll be ringin' that bell. Whiskey don't fix it, Lord, neither does prayer. I just keep on sinkin’, And nobody cares. [Chorus] Oh, I got the Silver City Blues, Runnin' 'round my head. Ain't much for livin’, Might as well stay in bed. [Outro] (Soft guitar outro, slow fade) Ohhh, Silver City, Ain't never been kind… Guess I'll just lay here, 'Til I run outta time.
