Driftin'

Will there be an end to all this driftin'? Will there be an end to all my thrift store shopping For a shirt just because I'm weird and I like old stuff? Like this old leather bag I bought at the antique Shop on the corner of Norman on Main Street And three old 1915 pictures of some kid Just 'cause he cracked me up I don't know, I don't care, I don't follow nobody nowhere 'Cause everybody's crazy, I'm just stuck in the middle I don't ask, I don't worry, I don't ever get in much of no hurry I'm just trying to scrape up a few dimes and pay the fiddle I ain't tasted nothing finer than a chicken fried steak At J and M's Diner, down on Selmon Street in Eufaula And I eat there every chance I get Sometimes I think about Pauline She had the best poster I ever had seen And said sometimes I sits and thinks and sometimes I just sits I don't know, I don't care, I don't follow nobody nowhere 'Cause everybody's crazy, I'm just stuck in the middle I don't ask, and I don't worry, I don't ever get in much of no hurry Just trying to scrape up a few dimes and pay the fiddle Just trying to scrape up a few dimes and pay the fiddle