Came up on a worried man, asked him if he had a light.
He reached on down, dug in his shoe, figured in his sock he might.
He asked if he could come and join, at what we was partakin` in.
I says,`Ol` soul if you got a match, you also got yourself a friend`.
The smoke drew hard but laid in good, the neon gave us extra shine.
We passed around a flask of Knockando, and a half litre bottle of wine.
The worried man dropped down to his knees, and let out with a somber groan.
He looked up to me and when I asked, he said,`I`m just restin` my bones`.
I looked down at him, and him up at me, then a smile rose above his chin.
He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down, said,` Listen to me now my friend`.
When I was your age I did it all, more than many men could do,
now my possessions are the ones I wear on my back, and this lighter I keep in my shoe.
That`s why I`m restin` my bones.
I`m restin` my bones for the times I fell, fell and hit myself on the ground.
Restin` my bones for the loneliness, of being the only genius around.
I`m restin` my bones for prosperity, in hopes that it`ll do me some good.
I`m restin` bones from amphetamines, see they turned teeth to balsa wood.
I`m restin` bones for Johnny Cash, `cause for me and mine he`s wearin` black.
I`ll be restin` my bones for Elvis, I seen him last week at the track.
If I`m restin` bones and you come along, just try and tippy toe on by.
`cause when I`m restin` bones I hope to sleep, and maybe slip away and die.