Tired of living in Buttholeville. Tired of my job and my wife Lucille. Tired of my kids Ronnie and Neil. Tired of my 68 Bonneville. Working down at Billy Bob's Bar and Grille.
Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders.. She says they're on me when I sleep.. Waiting in the out-house for me.. Underneath the seat.. My great-grandmothers bout ninety-seven.
I met your mama when I was sixteen. You couldn't have been anymore than three. She caught me stealing y'all's color TV. She called the cops and they arrested me.
Economics shut the furnace down. Bull Connor hosing children down. George Wallace stared them Yankee's down. In Birmingham. . Take a left on the interstate.
I fall into a lifeless pattern of sin. Different, different, different. . Take part, soul flammable gas. Play your role of uncertain death. I'm havin' neither part nor lot in such path.