Going down the road feeling bad, bye-and-bye
Deep fried blues, but I'd rather die than cry
Gas station food bound to go stale soon

There's a curse in the air and a toe-nail moon

Yay, some of these towns are still non-friendly

And this is the hammer that killed John Henry
I'm sick of being tired, sick of the circus life
Here daydreaming of a waitress as a perfect wife


Utterly inappropriate, and taken out of context
Degenerate nervousness, developing a complex

No good with money, leftovers in a (*##$ bag
Fryin' pan soul, my face like a dishrag
A million old movies, I figured I'd tell

Childhood memories triggered by smell

So now what, you may ask, well that's hard to say

'Cause that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play

All the wrong reasons, just another skull to crack

Askin' the dust, I'm stuck in a cul-de-sac
It may sound silly but to me the threat is very real
So that's why I sing love songs and carry steel


Women and warfare, roaches and roadkills
No easy answers, no deadlines and no frills

Catchin' your drift, receivin' the warning
Packin' my things, I leave in the morning


Drive all night, I'm goin' to see my friend
One day this highway will be my end
Now the hills are alive and the motor is dead

That man has a zero floating over his head

I follow my instincts, sometimes follow dogs

Drink muddy water, sleep inside hollow logs

So now what, you may ask, well that's hard to say

'Cause that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play