She keeps her jewlery in a box under the floorboardsnAnd no one knows it’s therenWhen times get harder nThere’s a place you can barternAnd she can take them therennA nickel for a bracelet made out of goldnAnd a dime for a necklace that’s a hundred years oldnThey smile as they take away everything you ownnAnd it just isn’t fairnn(Instrumental)nnHe spends his time all alone in the barroomnAnd no one knows he’s therenHe tells a joke but nobody laughs but, nI don’t think he caresnnWell, he sleeps in a chair in the very first rownAnd he hangs with the thieves n‘Cause it’s all that he knowsnWell, he took some friends and turned them into foenBut, I don’t think they carennOh, oh my God,nWhat have I done?nI’ve messed things up, nA million timesnAnd why do you love, nLove me so much?nI am no onen(I am no one, I am no one, I am no one!)n(Repeat 2x)nnEveryone’s gone, and nobody wantsnTo come back homenAnd everyone’s gone, and nobody wantsnTo come back home (Repeat 2x)n(I’m sorry, I cannot go back home)n