Lyrics:

(Grossman)
heading Down The Back Turnpike, Signposts Are Pointing West
fell Into The Lonely Dustpipe, Hope My Pick-Up Can Stand The Test
but I'm Doing All Right Now
rolling Down The Dustpipe, Na-Na-Na-Na Nana-Na-Nana-Na

rolling Down The Dustpipe Now, Got A Ten Dollar Bill In My Jeans
because There Ain't No Room For A Kosher Cowboy In A Town Like New Orleans
but I'm Doing All Right Now
rolling Down The Dustpipe, Na-Na-Na-Na Nana-Na-Nana-Na

guess I Didn't Make It In The City, But That's Just The Way That It Goes
'cos There's A Lotta Lunatics, Crazy Ghostmen, Baby, Don't Like The Shape Of My Nose
but I'm Doing All Right Now
rolling Down The Dustpipe, Na-Na-Na-Na Nana-Na-Nana-Na

rolling Down The Dustpipe Now, Got A Ten Dollar Bill In My Jeans
because There Ain't No Room For A Kosher Cowboy In A Town Like New Orleans
but I'm Doing All Right Now
rolling Down The Dustpipe, Na-Na-Na-Na Nana-Na-Nana-Na

rolling Down The Dustpipe Now, Got A Ten Dollar Bill In My Jeans
because There Ain't No Room For A Kosher Cowboy In A Town Like New Orleans
but I'm Doing All Right Now.....