My Daddy told me, lookin back
The best friend you'll have is a railroad track
So when I was 13 I said, I'm rollin' my own,

And I'm leaving Missouri and I'm never coming home

And I'm lost

And I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the Bishop and the barbershop liar

I'm lost at the bottom of the world

Satchel puddin' and Lord God Mose

Sittin' by the fire with a busted nose
That fresh egg yeller is too damn rare
But the white part is perfect for slickin' down your hair


And I'm lost
And I'm lost

I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the Bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world


Blackjack Ruby and Nimrod Cain
The moon's the color of a coffee stain

Jesse Franks and Birdy Joe Hoax
But who is the king of all of these folks?


And I'm lost



And I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the Bishop and the barbershop liar

I'm lost at the bottom of the world

Well I dined last night with Scarface Ron

On Telapia fish cakes and fried black swan
Razorweed onion and pea@@#! squirrel
And I dreamed all night about a beautiful girl


And I'm lost
And I'm lost

I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the Bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world


Well God's green hair is where I slept last
He balanced a diamond on a blade of grass

Now I woke me up with a cardinal bird
And when I wanna talk he
hangs on every word


And I'm lost
And I'm lost

I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the Bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world