Two AM, second street, strings in my hands and dimes at my feet
I got two good socks, one good shoe, got a hole in my life where the rent falls through
Hey Minneapolis, you’ve been unkind- gonna take a ride on the North Star Line
Throw me a dollar into the jar, I’m pickin’ on my old guitar

Train horn blows, rolls down the track out of the city and into the black
Prairie towns are a passing light, I’ll be meeting a girl in St Cloud tonight
Pickin’ up speed and we pick up a song, my man on the squeezebox is playin’ along 
Tell that conductor come down to the car, I’ll be pickin’ on my old guitar

I got a girl, when she gets her way she plays the piano five hours a day
Those notes are dancing off every page, she got the skills for the Ordway Stage
Goin’ to Bo Diddley’s, come on along, we got a jam there with Brother John
I’ll make my pay when they close up the bar, pickin’ on my old guitar