That picture hangin' on the wall

Was painted by a friend

He gave it to me all down and out

When he owed me ten

Now it doesn't look like much I guess

But it's all that's left of him

And it sure is nice from right over here

When the light's a little dim



Step inside my house Babe

I'll sing for you a song

I'll tell you 'bout where I've been

It shouldn't take too long

I'll show you all the things I own

My treasures you might say

Couldn't be more'n ten dollars worth

But they brighten up my day



Here's a book of poems I got

From a girl I used to know

I guess I read it front to back

Fifty times or so

It's all about the good life

And stayin' at ease with the world

It's funny how I love that book

And I never loved that girl



Hold this piece of glass

Up to the light comin' through the door

It's a prism glass I found on the road

Can you see that little rainbow

Well it's not really a prism I guess

It just broke in a funny way

I found it on my way from Texas

Headed for L.A.



This guitar was given me

By old man Thomas Gray

It's not too much to look at

But I pick it every day

It's been across the country

Four or five times I guess

Between me and old man Tom

It never got much rest



Well that's about all I own

And all I care to I guess

Except this pair of boots

And that funny yellow vest

And that leather jacket and leather bag

And hat hangin' on the wall

Just so it's not too much to carry

Could I see you again next Fall