There’s a man, in New Orleans He walks with a cane and a gun His family, there’re from Southeastern Texas They might as well be dead and gone He shuffles through the narrow alley Until he finds his love And he pulls a fistful from his front shirt pocket And a belt, to tie his arm up Lord, is it like this everywhere? Tell me, is anyone keeping score up there? ‘Cause I don’t know how to live in this world There’s a woman in New York City She sets her own hours at work She hollers and she struts and boy, she sure looks pretty But it ain’t as easy as it looks She’ll land a man, one that’s lonely With just a little bit of luck And he’ll use her to make himself happy But a girl, she gotta make a buck Lord, is it like this everywhere? Tell me, is anyone keeping score up there? ‘Cause I don’t know how to live in this world There’s a man in ol’ Saint Louie He’s got a face like mine He walks and he talks and he breaths just like me The same, even side-by-side He drinks and he drinks and he drinks and he drinks He drinks until his head it feels fine My wife and my family, they all love me But even they know that it’s time Lord, is it like this everywhere? Can you tell me, why is no one keeping score up there? ‘Cause I only know how to die in this world ‘Cause I only know how to die in this world ‘Cause I only know how to die in this world