It's November and it's comin' cold
Hung around so long I done got old
The street's not where I wanna be
If it don't change soon, they gonna bury me
My guitar's the only thing I own
It goes with me everywhere I go
And when I play, it sings to me
If it don't change soon, they gonna bury me
I sit me down, for change I play
I get moved on each place I stay
Just a down-and-out, that's what they see
If it don't change soon, they gonna bury me
Lord when I die, I'll need your help
Cos I can't do it all by myself
In Heaven's where I wanna be
Things gonna change soon - and they'll bury me
Don't wanna travel on my own
So when they bury my old bones
Dig it deep and set me free
Just one last favour - bury my guitar with me