Rough House Blues

I'm going down the road feelin' 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 the perfect wife

Utterly inappropriate, taken out of context

Degenerate nervousness, developing a complex

No good with money, left-overs in a bitch bag

Fryin' pan soul and a 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

Because 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 struck in a cul-de-sac

And 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

I drive all night, gone 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

Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play