Not for the life of me

I studied all the pictures and magazines and books
I memorised the subway map, too.
It’s one block north to Macys
And two to Brothers Brooks
Manhattan I prepared for you.
You certainly are different
From what they have back home
Where nothing’s over three storeys high
And no one’s in a hurry or wants to roam
But I do … though they wonder why …..

They said I would soon be good and lonely
They said I would sing the homesick blues …
So I always have this ticket in my pocket
A ticket home, in my pocket, to do with as I choose ….

Burn the bridge, bet the store
Baby’s coming home no more
Not for the life of me
Break the lock, post my bail
Done my time I’m out of jail
Not for the life of me

A life that’s gotta be more than a one light town
Where the light is always red
Gotta be more than an old ghost town
Where the ghost ain’t even dead.
Clap your hands
Just because
Don’t you know that where I am ain’t where I was
Not for the life of me
Boh dow dee oh
Not for the life of
Not for the life of
Not for the life of me!!!!!!