You're wearing out your welcome wagon. Scraped ya up to drag ya. Home on the range you got the flame. So now you suck some honeys Comb your hair get out of bed. And wash your face, now look you're
Workin' this job ain't payin' the bills. Sick and tired rat race takin' my thrills. Kickin' down a road, not a dollar in my pocket. Nightime falls and I'm ready to rock it. . I need a shot of gas
Everybody needs a little place they can hide. Somewhere to call their own don't let nobody inside. Every now and then we all need to let go. For some it's the doctor for me it's rock and roll. For
I used to be not what you see now, lord I try. And now it seems all those dreams have come true, but they're passing me by. Some fast talkin' mama goin down to put a smile on my face. I'm drivin' a
Born and raised in a one dog town. That never took a chance or a dare. The times kept a changin' but it all passed 'em by. The prejudices in the air. Drove me to cocaine eyes by the age of one fiv
Workin' this job ain't payin' the bills. Sick and tired rat race takin' my thrills. Kickin' down a road, not a dollar in my pocket. Nightime falls and I'm ready to rock it. . I need a shot of gas
You got me jumpin' right out of my skin. You keep it up and I'll be comin' on in. You start a feelin' you're the cream of the crop. You gonna break my heart or just make it stop. You told me that
Pull on up into the soap box stool. Let me tell you some stories about how life can be cruel. I had big dreams, but they turned to dust. I need another shot of oil, 'cause it's startin' to rust And