Why don't you be good for something And draw down the shade On a sign that sat up all night shivering On a sign that sat up all night afraid Well now chains on the oasis that Leads a man to drink Drunk on the kind of applause That gets louder the lower you sink Gratitude walks on Sixth Street Pull it from the air And they throw it in the blue And you're spinning under their wheels Trapped in your room You're jumpy, you don't want to see You don't want to see them have their fun Slap her face if she should laugh Push him down if he should try and run Gratitude walks on Sixth Street Take a number for your big woman They sold the rules of dream land In cotton, wool, and cement Well it's never what you want It's just the kind of thing that always happens here Yeah you watch the good old days pass you by Leaving your cupboards bare Gratitude walks on Sixth Street