It's the middle of the daytime
On a crowded block
I've had fourteen bottles o' beer
And all the bathroom doors are locked
That's the way I feel
That's what's goin down
When there ain't no gigs in town

It don't matter much that I got holes in my shoes
It don't matter much that my loans are overdue
But my feelins they are fadin
And my mind's goin out o' tune
And my baby's gonna leave me soon

The manager told me to come back next Friday
Now I'm lookin through the window where I used to play
Ain't no use celebratin on the jukebox top
I don't wanna hear the disc disc jock jock
That's the way I feel
That's what's goin down
When there ain't no gigs in town

Well the nightingale lost to the mechanical bird
I guess there's no more comfort in a troubadour's word
No one ever told me
It could be this bad
I been knockin on doors
Every sober moment I've had

It's time I got movin
Guess it's high time I went
My reason for bein here
Has all but been spent
And my hayfever's a-ragin
While my kleenex supply is down
When there ain't no gigs in town
When there ain't no gigs...in town