Baby, I'm off the wall. Up the creek. Goin' down the wrong way. On a one-way street. . I ain't got the sense. That the good Lord gave a goose. But I sure got one thing.
It's gettin' late. The day's at it's end. My favorite time is right around the bend. It's when the time comes to turn the lights down low. . She Pours the wine and I lock the door.
I'm a walkin' southern bound down the highway. Cars and buses and the big trucks pass me by. I walk awhile then I thumb they must think I'm a bum. For no one will give this country boy a ride.
Go on and leave if it's over and you no longer care for me. But before you leave would you please say something nice to me. Tell me a lie if you want to say you're sorry and don't be.