Tekster: Arlo Guthrie. Days Are Short.

Days are short and I ain't down
The sun is on the hill
Looking in my suitcase for a friend

The door was opened wide
You know I lost a little pride
And inside it was just another man

Every day another man reaches out his hand
Every moment there's a shifting in the sand
Every whisper in the wind brings a good man back again
Settle me down in my dreams tonight
Tomorrow's another day to blow my blues away

Lots of folks will tell you that
A man can go through life
Taking what he wants along the way

But until all men are freed
Each one gets but what he needs
The experience of living every day

Every day another man reaches out his hand
Every moment there's a shifting in the sand
Every whisper in the wind brings a good man back again
Settle me down in my dreams tonight
Tomorrow's another day to blow my blues away

I woke up this morning
I awoke upon my knees
Crying ooh, wee, I don't know where I am

I feel just like a clown
Every time I move around
Because, after all I'm just another man