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