Well now, listen people let me tell you some news. I'll sing a song called the crude oil blues. We're low on heat 'n' all. We're low on gas. And I'm so cold I'm about to freeze myself.
Well if I can keep it on the ground. When I put that hammer down. Then I'll be Texas bound and a flyin'. . I've got my 10 in the wind. Let it all hang out again.