i’ve lived without bread and i’ve lived without water,
stuck outside the middle of the desert wishin’ i was home.
long way from no where, wishin’ i was somewhere,
sangre de cristo to the devils backbone.
i’ve been to california and north carolina,
hung with the hippies in austin and the cowboys of mexico.
i’ve laid up in fort worth with beautiful ladies,
hitch hiked on down to tijuana and hit the rodeo in san anton…
in the back of a ranchero, i rode down to laredo,
had a good time with the la posada, yea you know i was left alone.
on a rig out of el paso, rainin’ down in houston,
told the truck driver put the pedal to the metal cause houston gets me down.
on down to louisiana, whiskey river landing,
crawfish pie and eat jambalaya with a big ole c–n -ss smile.