I go down the beaten track, along the river with an empty bag
At the end she said to me: “Why are you here with the autumn leaves?”

‘Cause this is my life, my friend, and this is my time to stand
‘Cause this is my life, my friend, and I can’t be no one else

I’m done, tipping on my toes, strike an iron and attack my soul
Misty moon, you’re gonna see, I’ve got you blues to get on my feet

I don’t wanna run; I don’t wanna fight
I don’t wanna hide; I just wanna stay free, to be me
I don’t wanna win; I don’t wanna lose
I don’t wanna play; I just wanna remember, oh I’m my name

PUSS