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 Im 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 Aint No Room For A Kosher Cowboy In A Town Like New Orleans
but Im Doing All Right Now
rolling Down The Dustpipe, Na-Na-Na-Na Nana-Na-Nana-Na

guess I Didnt Make It In The City, But Thats Just The Way That It Goes
cos Theres A Lotta Lunatics, Crazy Ghostmen, Baby, Dont Like The Shape Of My Nose
but Im 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 Aint No Room For A Kosher Cowboy In A Town Like New Orleans
but Im 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 Aint No Room For A Kosher Cowboy In A Town Like New Orleans
but Im Doing All Right Now.....