From the recordings Love, And Other Misadventures and In My Time of Constant Sorrow
Special thanks to Woody Guthrie’s “1913 Massacre,” and Bob Dylan’s, “Song for Woody,” based on the same melody.
Lyrics
I'm out of my depth and I'm out here alone
I've seen all the people I've wanted to know
Your senators, businessmen, lawyers and kings
It's a pauper's life that delivers this caged bird his wings
Here's to everyone saying maybe I've tried too hard
And to the many a man playing similar cards
There is nothing—no message—you can't find in time
And no one to tell you what your calling is here in this life
Hey, hey, Bobby Dylan—I know that you know
All the things that I'm a-singin', and many times more
I'm a-leavin' tomorrow—but I could leave today
And I'm a-hopin' I don't hit no hard traveling while making my way
Now the hour has come to trade sorrows for joy
And the buds on the flowers are blooming once more
I've got nothing to say and nothing to do
And no time to think of still thinking of you