Playing guitar on the back porch, I sit in my car
Why do you sing so sad?

It’s so lonely in this parkland
Please come with me, to the bright lights downtown

The sun is down in the corn field
The evening is dark, and you sing so sad

I got two weeks in back pay–there’s gas in
my car and your folks say I must go

Playing guitar on the back porch, I leave in my car
Why do you sing so sad?