Lyrics:

When everything you own
Will fit in a paper sack
And no one notice you leavin'
Nobody ask you when you comin' back
You live in a rented room
Your money run out too soon
You've pawned all your hopes
Bummed all your smokes
And you leave by the quarter moon

Quarter moon better than none
When you travel the night road
Quarter moon better than none
When you carry a light load

And every Bowery bum
You know was somebody's mother's son
And he never mean to hurt nobody
Just a-drink' to have his fun
Drinkin' away the good times
Drinkin' away the bad
And nobody know where the poor man go
When he lose everything that he had

Quarter moon better than none
When you travel the night road
Quarter moon better than none
When you carry a light load

And every man in the mission tonight
Is dreamin' whiskey shadows
Where heaven is lined with bottles of wine
And deep sparklin' meadows

When everything you own
Will fit in a paper sack
And no one noticed your leavin'
Nobody asked you when you comin' back babe
You live in a rented room
Your money run out too soon
You've pawned all your hopes
Bummed all your smokes
And you leave by the quarter moon

Quarter moon better than none
When you travel the night road
Quarter moon better than none
When you carry a light load

Quarter moon better than none
Quarter moon better than none
Quarter moon better than none
When you travel the night road