Word's on the street
You're in trouble again
Well, may the good Lord defend you
You're on your own

All the king's horses
All the king's men
We've done our best trying to mend you
You're on your own, own, you're on

Well, the field's full of dust
And the merchant wants his pay
Say goodbye to the farm
You're on your own

Me, I'm pulling out
While I can still say
That I wish you no harm
And mean it, own, you're on

Not a thing I can do for you even if I wanted to
And I, and I don't want to no more
Sure is freezing out there today
The chimney tops are burning
You're on your own

Baby, the next hardest thing
To being turned away
Is having to do the turning
Believe me, own, you're on
You're on this time