(Hood / Cooley, Hood, Lane, Malone, Neff)

Me and my brother's old lady went out and got
stinking,

she solved her curiosities about me by the
railroad tracks.

She said I reminded her of him before he started
drinking

and banging the babysitter every time she turned
her back. I

We opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole
joint

and drank a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon listening
to the crickets and trains.

Every so often she'd lapse into narcotic
rambling.

Moon and mascara. I've always been a holy terror.

Temptations lurking every where. If your mind's
in the gutter, Beware!

You'll find me there.

Me and a friend were talking after the funeral.

She said it should have been me but I'm still
around and I been so wild,

I'm surprised I made it to the seventh grade, and
all my dead friends have settled down.

My eyes were puffy and she asked if I'd been
crying.

I said 'tears are for pussies' but who was I
kidding.

So we stopped at the bar and drank them dry. Beer
and tequila.

I've always been a thrill seeker. But thrills are
a dime a dozen these days.

And I found a dime in the gutter today. Tails
facing up. Still fucking up. Still fucking up.

A funny thing happened on my way to a strange way
of thinking.

lyrics by Patterson Hood

music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell,
Lane, Neff)