Bill Payne, Lowell George



Ripped off and run out of town

Had my guitar burned when I was clownin'

Haven't slept in a bed for a week

And my shoes feel like they're part of my feet

Let me come down where I won't be a bother to no one

Let me unwind please give me a hole to recline in



Knocked on my friend's door in moody texas

And asked if he had a place for me

His hair was cut off and he was wearing a suit

And he said not in my house, not in my house

You look like you're part of a conspiracy



Now I'm six hours out on strawberry flats

Trying to get to Waco 'fore it freezes over

They're stopping every one who looks too wierd

At the ghoul bust Texas road block

Oh let me come down where I won't be a bother to no one

Let me unwind please give me a hole to recline in



Got a ride on a highway king

Made the cross road by nine fifteen

If I don't find a place to crash

Well I might as well cash it all in



If I was a no 'count gambler or a Texas fool

Or a millionaire with a suit and real short hair

Or do you even care