Lyrics

Well the mailbox is full
Of the bills that I owe
And past-due notes
And it don't mean a thing
The telephone line
Brings no good news to mind
And I find
That it don't mean a thing
It just don't mean a thing

I've been kicking around
This one-gas-station town
Brings me down
And it don't mean a thing
I still believe
That no one will need me
When I leave
And it don't mean a thing
It just don't mean a thing

'Cause I've got a ticket on Greyhound tomorrow
Walking away from it all
Changing my name
Never feel shame
Going on a Greyhound tomorrow
Going on a Greyhound tomorrow