Flat Car

Flat Car wore an old top hat

Always looking out for the rhyme

Born in Okemah on the 4th of July

Right place just the wrong time

Just the wrong time

Satellites flying through the western sky

Signals falling down like rain

Digital pipeline stealing the night

Flat Car hopping a train

Hopping a train

Ride a few hard miles through the southern yard

Going nowhere slow and taking it hard

Ain't no life for a decent soul

Ain't no future in the long ago friend

Ain't no future in the long ago

Write a tired little poem

About a rambling rose

White port until you're about tight

Wearing thrift store shoes

And dead man's clothes

Sleeping on the ground tonight honey

On the ground tonight

Worse than some and better than most

Learn to play the guitar

Just to rile that old ghost

Hang your wire on an old fence post

I'm sleeping with my tall boots on honey

I'm sleeping with my tall boots on