It's been too many years. Inside this prison. Too many years just for. One little fight. He got what was comin'. And I think I've served enough time. I'm goin' home tonight.
Sun come up in the morning. Blues round my head. I've got a troubled mind and plenty of time to roam. As I walk this crooked highway. Never knowin' where to go.
I drive a broke down rig on 'May-Pop' tires. Forty foot of overload. A lot of people say that I'm crazy. Because I don't know how to take it slow. . I got a broomstick on the throttle.
Spin, spin, spin. Spin around, spin around. . The harlequin dances in a costume of green. Spin around. But under his makeup his age can't be seen. Spin around.