Going down the road feeling bad, bye-and-bye    Deep fried blues, but I'd rather die than cry    Gas station food bound to go stale soon    There's a curse in the air and a toe-nail moon       Yay, some of these towns are still non-friendly    And this is the hammer that killed John Henry    I'm sick of being tired, sick of the circus life    Here daydreaming of a waitress as a perfect wife       Utterly inappropriate, and taken out of context    Degenerate nervousness, developing a complex    No good with money, leftovers in a bitch bag    Fryin' pan soul, my face like a dishrag    A million old movies, I figured I'd tell    Childhood memories triggered by smell       So now what, you may ask, well that's hard to say    'Cause that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play       All the wrong reasons, just another skull to crack    Askin' the dust, I'm stuck in a cul-de-sac    It may sound silly but to me the threat is very real    So that's why I sing love songs and carry steel       Women and warfare, roaches and roadkills    No easy answers, no deadlines and no frills    Catchin' your drift, receivin' the warning    Packin' my things, I leave in the morning       Drive all night, I'm goin' to see my friend    One day this highway will be my end    Now the hills are alive and the motor is dead    That man has a zero floating over his head       I follow my instincts, sometimes follow dogs    Drink muddy water, sleep inside hollow logs       So now what, you may ask, well that's hard to say    'Cause that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play