Indoors Songtext

No more oil in Texas, through with school in Louisiana No luck with inventions, or in writing songs So Joe moved on to Washington To try to move on up in the world Now he hangs out with millionaires At the Millionaires Club Annie's on the corner, sign says will work for food I try not to see, she calls out to me I tell her I'm unemployed She tells me she's unimpressed With my lies, I turn from her eyes I wish there was a way to make it go away Chorus: But me, I'm just a singer, and sometimes a funny man I sing about the troubles and the joys And I've got one thing my friends ain't got And that's a bed indoors I knew Robbie in high school He was better at math than me Didn't see him for twenty years Found him workin' on his Ph.D. He finished it, more or less Started lookin' for work, and livin' cheap Called me last week from a pay phone On the street where he's been sleepin' Chorus