The Big Chair

The road is hard The road is long I drive to fast The wind blows strong I try to tie it down It still flops around My chair, my royal throne It's all I got It's not a lot To show for the years And the fight we fought She paid the bill I miss her still But this chair, is all I own I suck, I suck I move the big chair in the little truck My luck has gone away Big chair and little truck Got no T.V. But I am free (Be free like a bird) And freedom tastes Like reality (This realities breaking my mind) When we split apart It freeze dried my heart But this chair, is mine alone I want to stop I'm about to drop I'm going eighty-five - Look out! There's a cop I think I might Get to my new home by night I wonder, should I phone? (Ha-ha-ha-ha!) I suck, I suck I move the big chair in the little truck My luck has gone away Big chair and little truck Mexican radio Seven rest stops to go I've got my clothes and my dignity And a great comfy symbol to show: I suck, I suck I move the big chair in the little truck My luck has gone away Big chair and little truck You know I suck, I suck I move the big chair in the little truck A shmuck am I today Big chair and little truck You know I suck, I suck I move the big chair in the little truck A shmuck am I today Big chair and little truck (He sucks)