I got a shot glass from Alabama, a remembrance from a friend
Who I went to bed with once or twice when I played Birmingham
We topped it off with whiskey and we topped it off again
But when I asked him if he’d miss me he said "Boy, I ain’t your man, I ain’t your man."

Well Austin found me stepping with a cowboy twice my age
Had a laughter so infectious we went back to his place
I reminded him of exes from a wild, aching youth
So he sent me home from Texas with a dead man's cowboy boots

I keep collecting souvenirs
Just to keep track of the years
In a trial of crumbs that takes me back
And I won’t forget just how it feels
With the past there at my heels
In a trail of crumbs that takes me back
But you won’t take me back

This guitar is from Memphis from a man I thought I loved
Had me swiveling like Elvis on the Mississippi mud
He invited me to Nashville where he had a two night stand
Dedicated me his encore singing “I’m a ramblin’ man, a ramblin’ man”

Sure I’ve been disappointed but I never cry for long
From Chicago to New Orleans they’re all writing me bad love songs
Now just outside Savannah I bagged a ten point stag
Now I’m stealing silver dog tags off the soldiers at Fort Bragg

I keep collecting souvenirs
Just to keep track of the years
In a trial of crumbs that takes me back
And I won’t forget just how it feels
With the past there at my heels
In a trail of crumbs that takes me back

I’m a long long way from home
I lost track of the names somewhere in Mexico
But even if I’m feeling alone
There’s no going back down a one way road
Cos California brought me peace
And NYC made a man of me
You might think I’m just caught on a breeze
But I’m free

Let’s end at the beginning where I learned to cross the grain
Among backwoods boys of Illinois who are backwards men today
Each time that they would kiss me they left me two black eyes
My mamas final words were “Please forget me,” but I’ll carry her with me til I die.

I keep collecting souvenirs
Just to keep track of the years
In a trial of crumbs that takes me back
And I won’t forget just how it feels
With the past there at my heels
In a trail of crumbs that takes me back
But you won’t take me back

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