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.....