Strawberry Flats

Ripped off and run out of town
 Had my guitar burned when I was clownin'
 Haven't slept in a bed for a week
 And my shoes feel like they're part of my feet
 Let me come down where I won't be a bother to no one
 Let me unwind please give me a hole to recline in
 Knocked on my friend's door in moody texas
 And asked if he had a place for me
 His hair was cut off and he was wearing a suit
 And he said not in my house, not in my house
 You look like you're part of a conspiracy
 Now I'm six hours out on strawberry flats
 Trying to get to Waco 'fore it freezes over
 They're stopping every one who looks too wierd
 At the ghoul bust texas road block
 Oh let me come down where I won't be a bother to no one
 Let me unwind please give me a hole to recline in
 Got a ride on a highway king
 Made the cross road by nine fifteen
 If I don't find a place to crash
 Well I might as well cash it all in
 If I was a no 'count gambler or a Texas fool
 Or a millionaire with a suit and real short hair
 Or do you even care