Dusty Woods

He's riding in the back of a wagon and his city choes are dragging
 and the sweat is pouring down his back
 One eye west and one eye south
 Two words fall out his mouth
 He jumps down, waves, walks across the railroad track
 He's in some dusty woods outside of town
 Got a piece of paper folded in four, a stub pencil from the hardware store,
 and a guitar that looks like it's been used
 The birds shut down their song
 He can't stay too long
 There's something up ahead he's just got to do
 He licks the pencil, looks around, writes a few words down,
 and pulls a moan from his guitar
 A hound dog answers low and he stands up real slow
 He's got a ways to go, he don't know how far
 He's in some dusty woods outside of town.