Baseball cap and flannel arms Dancing with a voodoo doll Sweat rolls down the old guitar Seeing things the way they are A crooked look lay on his brow Beside a wisecrack whiskey mouth Tip up the bottle and pour him out Here he is again

Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum, or a star And be as you are Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road Get this laying low off to a flying start Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun Man, I could use a

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

Ay, I sip the lean in the car My shooter rock out like guitars Take his girl and I'm breaking her heart Me and Gabe, we be shining like stars Smoking dope, I don't fuck with the bars I think I landed on Mars They be hating 'cause we living large Ay, why

Tryin' to stop your leavin' Train's a comin', river's runnin' Got a guitar on my back And I'm standin' on this lonesome railroad track Train's a-comin' It'll be here 'fore too long But I don't think I can stop it with a song Girl, that's the kind of way

I'd be jealous too, if she was with you I'd be out my mind, watching her move I'd be jealous too, if she was with you, with you She's a California red in a dive bar Hourglass body like a guitar That forever wild smile appears like a Glitter bomb in the

You gotta get up in the morning take your heavy load And you gotta keep goin' down the long black road They used to tell me boy you ain't goin' nowhere With your cheap guitar and your big long hair You gotta realize all your responsibilities You gotta

I could be starvin', I'm fortunate I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me Could it be my ex playin' tricks on me? Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby

They cried the tears, they shed the fears, Up and down the land, They stole guitars or used guitars So the tape would understand, Without even the slightest hope of a thousand sales Just as if, as if there was, a Hitsville in U.K., I know the boy was all

Goodbye love Came to say goodbye love, goodbye It's true you sold your guitar and bought a car? It's true, I'm leaving now for Santa Fe It's true, you're with this yuppie scum? You said you'd never speak to him again Who said that you have any say in who