Lyrics:

Lyin on a cold floor but honey I aint so poor.
Got all the stars in Heaven
And the ghosts of old Hank Williams.
I can ride a boxcar.
I love to read the names on them.
Up and down the West Coast.

Fifteen hundred miles, no place to lay my head.
I passed around a bottle.
I bummed cigarettes and I am
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean.
I am
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean.
Stretched out and wild.

scuse me, Miss? You done made my list.
I been cravin your attention.
I must confess I aint new to this
But its been too long to mention.
Im not into temptation
But Ill take it every chance that I can get.
Rollin up and down the West Coast

Fifteen hundred miles, no place to lay my head
I passed around a bottle.
I bummed cigarettes and I am
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean
I am
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean
Stretched out and wild
Stretched out and wild

A broken no good rambler
Honey, thats just your opinion
Im the king of this old highway and the road is my dominion
I can ride a boxcar
I love to read the names on them
Rollin up and down the West Coast

Fifteen hundred miles, no place to lay my head
I passed around a bottle
I bummed cigarettes and I am
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean
I am
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean
I am
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean
I am
Stretched out and wild as the world deepest ocean
Stretched out and wild
Stretched out and wild
Stretched out and wild
Stretched out and wild