Lyrics:

I'm down to one key in my pocket*
The bus station locker downtown
The soles of my shoes
Are as thin as my wallet
I been sleeping close to the ground

But buried up here in my memory
Is a head full of living room hits
I wrote about Thelma when we were an item
And I was worth more than two bits

So I'll sing you a song about Thelma
If you have a quarter to spare
If you had the time or a bottle of wine
That you'd be willing to share
And later I'll show you a picture
Of Thelma when she's in her prime
If you want to see mr I've got the key
And the bus station locker take dimes

I had me a band in the 60's
'ladies Texas outlaw,'
Thelma could sing so we moved nashville
And in '68, she got hot
A high flyin' record producer
Told Thelma he'd make her a star
He wined her and dined her and stole her away
And left me with my old guitar

She died last year on my birthday
The day that I turned 65
Most have forgotten including her fans
But I'm keeping her memory alive
'cuz I've got this key in my pocket
I've had since '72
I've built her a shrine in that locker downtown
And I think she'd be pleased if she knew

So I'll sing you a song about Thelma
If you have a quarter to spare
If you have the time or a bottle of wine
And you'd be willing to share
Later I'll show you a picture
Of Thelma when she's in her prime
If you wanna see mr I've got the key
And the bus station locker takes dimes

If you wanna see mr I've got the key
And the bus station locker takes dimes