He's riding in the back of a wagon and his city choes are dragging And the sweat is pouring down his back One eye west and one eye south Two words fall out his mouth He jumps down, waves, walks across the railroad track
He's in some dusty woods outside of town
Got a piece of paper folded in four, a stub pencil from the hardware store And a guitar that looks like it's been used The birds shut down their song He can't stay too long There's something up ahead he's just got to do
He licks the pencil, looks around, writes a few words down And pulls a moan from his guitar A hound dog answers low and he stands up real slow He's got a ways to go, he don't know how far