It was the typical blues, it was more bad newsI was walkin' down a dirty streetSaw a man, I knew some years beforeOn the corner where the losers meetHe had rags on his back, as a matter of factHad a cold look on his faceHe was standin' in l ine, groanin' words to the kindAs I passed I could hear him say, he said......Don't live your life by the dollar signLive l ife to the limit, that's the bottom lineNo guarantees what tomorrow will bringBe the best at what you are, it's all a little insane