As I walk these concrete canyons down in Frisco-by-the-sea There's lots of room for plutocrats, there's no place left for me All the flops have gone for condos and the skids are down the chute But lookin' don't cost nothin' boys, so look for me in bu*te Look for me in bu*te, Montana high up on the hill Where it seems that you can live for weeks on a 20 dollar bill Bessie put the kettle on, I've been out on a toot When there's nothin' left worth lookin' for Look for me in bu*te In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the jungle fires have died Piggyback containers, there's no place a 'bo can ride All the bulls are gettin' surly, seems they're more inclined to shoot I'm tired of bein' civilized so look for me in bu*te Look for me in bu*te if you're lookin' anywhere Whatever I've been missin' it's sure bound to happen there Bessie put the kettle on, I've been out on a toot When there's no place left worth lookin' for Look for me in bu*te And when my days are ended and my final race is run I'll think about the good times and all the things I've done When I'm packin' my last bindle down the Indian Valley Route If I don't get into heaven boys Look for me in bu*te Look for me in bu*te where my ragged soul can mend In a world that's full of strangers you can always find a friend Bessie put the kettle on, I've been out on a toot When there's nothin' left worth lookin' for Look for me in bu*te Look for me in bu*te where the mountains kiss the stars I'll be drinkin' with the miners at the old Helsinki bar Bessie put the kettle on, I've been out on a toot When there's no place left worth lookin' for Look for me in bu*te Bessie put your bonnet on, let's go out on a toot When there's nothing left worth lookin' for Look for me in bu*te