I go where the weather's good I do what I think I should I move nearly every day Trying to drive the blues away I do what I want to do I know who I'm talking to I`m heading down the highway I always do it my way Disappearing nightly Disappearing nightly Disappearing nightly I always take my pay in cash Kings, queens and jacks Life is like a card game Playing for the prize of fame Writing down another tune Yet another dressing room Cut another piece of cake Looking for a big break Try and make a square deal Hard to get a square meal Never get the ends to meet Seldom have enough to eat Haven`t time to make a friend I wonder where it all will end See you later . . . got to go Got to make another show