Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train. And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained. It rode us all the way to New Orleans.
Hands that are strong but wrinkled. Doing work that never gets done. Hair, that's lost some of the beauty. By too many hours in the sun. . Eyes, that show some disappointment.
Maria, you're the only one. Maria, you're the only one. That ever understood the way I feel. To me that was ever real. But keep a light in your window burnin'.