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We walked the warm streets of Florida |
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With sand in our pockets lots of times |
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Worked the cold streets of New York |
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With four guitars and a tin cup just for dimes |
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We spent one night in Winnipeg |
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A summer in Mississippi sun |
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Had some trouble once in Fargo |
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Some bad times in Enceno but we had fun |
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We made the papers once in Phoenix |
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When we stopped and tried to break up a fight |
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We hit Keno in Reno and lost it all in Vegas |
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The very next night |
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We hopped a train in Chicago |
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And skinny dipped in San Francisco bay |
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We checked it all in the big hotels |
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Then used the fire escape to get away |
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And we wouldn't trade it all |
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For the world and all of its gold |
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It's the past that makes the future worth livin' |
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Mother Luck's been good to us |
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And we will praise her in our songs |
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For the good times and the good things she has given |
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We flew into Kansas City |
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Early April 24th without a plane |
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We got stranded in a snow storm |
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With some girls from Salt Lake City on a train |
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We spent a week one night in L.A. |
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Looking for a doctor's daughter on the strip |
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Then we wound up in Nashville |
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Pitchin' songs and waitin' tables for a tip |
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And we wouldn't trade it all |
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For the world and all of its gold |
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It's the past that makes the future worth livin' |
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Mother Luck's been good to us |
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And we will praise her in our songs |
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For the good times and the good things she has given |
