Goodbye to Oakland (Lyrics)

I got two dollars and fifty-one cents Eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens And a beat up copy of Cannery Row Five hundred miles left to go Everywhere I go I'm looking down Watching my old tennis shoes as they're wearing out Walking off these homesick blues I may be drunk and lost but I'm not confused and I know where this train is slowly going North through K-Falls then on to Portland I know I'm fucked up, it's stupid hoping You'll answer phone calls, goodbye to Oakland