Tramp Down Road, it's a grassless path, worn and weary even of itself. Jostles your bones when you take that road. Ask any gal who's been there, she will tell you it's a walk all day and then some, squalling, worthless, down in the back road. It's a work your fingers to the weary, weary bone road. Look behind and look ahead. Poor girl says it don't never end once you're on it. You're in then, far as you can see, you're in all skin and weary, that's you forever walking on that push down Tramp Down Road.