Wanderin’ downtown The dusty streets of Montgomery Selling peanuts and candy Avoiding the factory He cries to his mother He says, “Mama, this is no life for me” He’ll be lost—lost, an angel In 1953… Longing for the nights His mom held him cozy and sweet Picked up a guitar Avoiding the factory Tee Tot taught him the soul and the melody But he’ll be lost—lost, an angel In 1953. Happiness and Health for Audrey and for Lillie Selling Mother’s Best Still avoiding the factory He sang “I Can’t Help It” And the whole world did agree But he’ll be lost—lost, an angel In 1953… Drinking his relief With his back in agony But his greatest pain Was when they fired him from the Grand Ol’ Opry He cried, “Mom, this ain’t no livin’ Playin’ honky tonks and jamborees” And he’ll be lost—lost, an angel In 1953. Darkness all around As far as his poor eyes could see Driving through the night Only light is the snow on the trees He thinks of a new song But lies back and goes to sleep Now he’s lost—lost, an angel In 1953… The crowd gathered ‘round At 101 North Perry Street Laid him to rest Across from the factory Mourning their hero Of soul and of melody And he’s been lost—lost an angel Since 1953— And his songs will live on and on for eternity But he’s been lost—lost an angel Since 1953, Since 1953, Since 1953.