Music's playing up and down the block Mostly Christian, blues, country, folk and southern rock It's a little piece of paradise way out here in the woods There's always something going on down in the trailerhood My neighbor Carl, he lives next door Pink

Somebody had to set a bad example Teach all the prim and propers what not to do Nobody around here wants to ramble What the hell, that's what I was born to do Those swanky big brick houses don't amuse me I live in a trailer but I drive a Cadillac I ain't

Surrender to nothing Run as far as you can Hold on to what I believe in But my heart Compassion confession Resolve and compromise Dedication domination Please define the lines

I got stoned this morning but I haven’t had a drink all day In a ? I was running behind I had a load on my trailer and a lot on my mind And I was rocking, rolling cross the USA Pulled into Arizona about a hundred ? When a smokey bear shot me with his

Go back to your trailer Girl we ain’t friends we’re just neighbors There ain’t nothing to see here Keep your two cents on your side of the fence You say that you’re watching the birds out the window Well I’ve got a bird you can watch You ain’t gotta act

I got to keep movin', I got to keep movin' Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail Hmmm-mmm, blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail And the days keeps on worryin' me There's a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my

"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started" "Isn't it unsafe to travel at night?" "It'll be a lot less safe to stay here, your father's gunna pick up our trail before long" "Can Loca ride?" "Yeah, I can ride, Margaret, time to go!

In a vapor trail, in a vapor trail Swept away like voices in a hurricane Horizon to horizon Memory written on the wind Washed away like footprints in the rain Stratospheric traces of our transitory flight Trails of condensation held In narrow paths of

Comes with some holes and dents Where I got tired of his shit Call if your interested, trailer for rent I left the beans on I put my jeans on And drove down to the Jonesville News and Times I said to the man I need to place an ad How much will it be for

Dust and diesel Rise like incense from the road Smoke of offering For the revolution morning Battered buses jammed up to the roof Dust and diesel the prevailing themes Farmer sleeping on the truck in front Feet trailing over like he's trolling for dreams