I struck out on the road tonight
Redneck leather Japanese tires
Runnin from a woman, lookin for a fight
Breakin down from time to time
When I woke up in the morning, must've lost my way
Wound up smack dab in the middle of ghost town USA
Backwoods Mississippi a population 23
Came by to take a load off, now I never wanna leave
Aint nothing to see
Just little patch of rough hidin in the green
And you can tell the folks back home if they're still askin after me
I'm workin it all out in Imogene
Shotgun city, tele motor oil
Streaks of lightinin buzzin on the coil
I used to work all day, fuckin work all night
Spill my heart out on the sly
Well it's hard to make a livin hidin money in a can
Cause you can't cash out what you ain't cashed in
Take your dead end job on on dead end street
Throw it on the record hon, put it on repeat
Aint nothing to see
Just little patch of rough hidin in the green
And you can tell the folks back home if they're still askin after me
I ain't ever comin back, ain't ever comin back
I ain't ever comin back to Imogene
