Well I've been to New York and I've been out to L.A. I floated down the Brazos City Hurricane Lost myself somewhere along the way And I found myself sittin' in this cheap cafe
I was talkin' with the waitress, with the crooked smile and painted on face She said "A-hey mister can you get me, out of this place?"
Now I'm on a Greyhound bus, rollin' hard and fast Lookin' at the world through the bottom of my glass Said it's a good thing I got this photographic mind 'Cause I'm just your Ramblin' kind
Sometimes I hear, a little voice inside my head He says "Call in sick to work, sit on your couch instead Grow yourself a beard, start actin' a little weird
Well there was a judge in Johnson County, said that I did not appear Before his court, said I was stuck in Ft. Worth Just sippin' on a long one, sittin on my back porch
I'm on a Greyhound bus, rollin' hard and fast Lookin' at the world through the bottom of my glass Said it's a good thing I got this photographic mind 'Cause I'm just your Ramblin' kind
Most of these days, I just get high and watch the tube Hang out at my friends' place swim in their pool I drink all o' their beer, I smoke all of their weed I don't ever steal I just, take what I need
I'm on a Greyhound bus, rollin' hard and fast Lookin' at the world through the bottom of my glass Said it's a good thing I got this photographic mind 'Cause I'm just your Ramblin' kind I said I'm just your Ramblin' kindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
