This is a little story about a Starvation Box, alright

I left home when I was seventeen
trying to live my, my teenage dream
hit all the juke joints and all the dives
broken bottles, loaded guns and knives
blisters on my fingers, stars in my eyes
I'm gonna write my name, write it across the sky
got a suitcase full of blues, I got a pillow full of rocks
just me, myself and my Starvation Box

Now look it here...

Got black moods and love gone bad
all the pain I caused and all I had
I ain't a millionaire (uh-uh) but I spent a million bucks
if you're gonna hit me up brother, man you're out of luck
I played for the rednecks, I played for the freaks
when they weren't trying to each other, they were tryin' to kill me
I got my jewelry and my pistol and my Fender amp in hock
but I won't let go of this Starvation Box

uh-uh baby
oh no
cause she only talks back to me when I ask her
what you say?
Come on let me hear you baby
oh yeah I hear you
yeah I like that
oh I know baby
you can say that again
and that ain't all, listen

There's endless miles by the light of the moon
when I wake up it's at the crack of noon
now I don't care who likes it or not
cause you ain't guilty if you don't get caught
Living day to day I'm livin' hand to mouth
I can't make my bills or my rent on my house
my landlady came by and she changed my locks
no I can't make a livin' with this Starvation Box, no!
I can't, just keep on keepin' on, yeah
I can't make a livin'
I can't make a livin' with this Starvation Box