Dear Landlord - Goodbye To Oakland lyrics

I got two dollars and fifty-one cents Eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens And a beat up copy of Cannery Row Five hundred miles left to go I got two dollars and fifty-one cents Eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens And a beat up copy of Cannery Row Five hundred miles left to go Everywhere I go, I'm looking down Watching my old tennis shoes as they're wearing out Walking off these homesick blues I may be drunk and lost but I'm not confused And I know where this train is slowly going North through K-Falls, then on to Portland I know I'm f**ed up, it's stupid hoping You'll answer phone calls, goodbye to Oakland