Driftin

Will there be an end to all this driftin'?
 Will there be an end to all my thrift store shopping
 For a shirt just because I'm weird and I like old stuff?
 Like this old leather bag I bought at the antique
 Shop on the corner of Norman on Main Street
 And three old 1915 pictures of some kid
 Just 'cause he cracked me up
 I don't know, I don't care, I don't follow nobody nowhere
 'Cause everybody's crazy, I'm just stuck in the middle
 I don't ask, I don't worry, I don't ever get in much of no hurry
 I'm just trying to scrape up a few dimes and pay the fiddle
 I ain't tasted nothing finer than a chicken fried steak
 At J and M's Diner, down on Selmon Street in Eufaula
 And I eat there every chance I get
 Sometimes I think about Pauline
 She had the best poster I ever had seen
 And said sometimes I sits and thinks and sometimes
 I just sits
 I don't know, I don't care, I don't follow nobody nowhere
 'Cause everybody's crazy, I'm just stuck in the middle
 I don't ask, and I don't worry, I don't ever get in much of no hurry
 Just trying to scrape up a few dimes and pay the fiddle
 Just trying to scrape up a few dimes and pay the fiddle