Quarter Moon Lyrics - Kathy Mattea

(Bob Millard) 

When everything you own 

Will fit in a paper sack 

No one notice you leavin' 

Nobody ask when you comin' back 

You live in a rented room 

Your money run out too soon 

You've pawned all your hopes 

Bummed all your smokes 

And you leave by the quarter moon 

Quarter moon better than none 

When you travel the night road 

Quarter moon better than none 

When you carry a light load 

And every bowery bum 

You know was somebody's mothers son 

He never mean to hurt nobody 

Just a'drinkin' to have his fun 

Drinkin' away the good times 

Drinkin' away the bad 

And nobody know where a poor man go 

When he lose everything that he had 

Quarter moon better than none 

When you travel the night road 

Quarter moon better than none 

When you carry a light load 

And every man in the mission tonight 

Is dreamin' whiskey shadows 

Where heaven in lined with bottles of wine 

And deep sparkling meadows 

When everything you own 

Will fit in a paper sack 

No one notice you leavin' 

Nobody ask when you comin' back 

You live in a rented room 

Your money run out too soon 

You've pawned all your hopes 

Bummed all your smokes 

And you leave by the quarter moon 

Quarter moon better than none 

When you travel the night road 

Quarter moon better than none 

When you carry a light load