We walked the warm streets of Florida
With sand in our pockets lots of times,
Worked the cold streets of New York
With four guitars and a tin cup just for dimes.
We spent a winter in Winnipeg
And a summer in Mississippi sun.
Had some trouble once in Fargo, some bad times in Enceno,
But we had fun.
We made the papers once in Phoenix
When we stopped and tried to break up a fight.
We hit keno in Reno
And lost it all in Vegas the very next night.
We hopped a train in Chicago
And skinny-dipped in San Francisco's bay.
We checked it all in the big hotels,
Then used the fire escape to get away.
And we wouldn't trade it all
For the world and all of its gold.
It's the past that makes the future worth livin'.
Mother Luck's been good to us
And we will praise her in our songs
For the good times and the good things she has given.
We flew into Kansas City,
Early April 24, without a plane.
We got stranded in a snow storm
With some girls from Salt Lake City on a train.
We spent a week one night in LA
Looking for a doctor's daughter on the Strip.
Then we wound up somewhere near Nashville,
Pitchin' songs and waitin' tables for a tip.
And we wouldn't trade it all
For the world and all of its gold.
It's the past that makes the future worth livin'.
Mother Luck's been good to us
And we will praise her in our songs
For the good times and the good things she has given.