Plain Dealing

Caught a bus out of Plain Dealing

Tired of staring at the same ceiling

My heads a’ humming

Don’t know what I’m chasing

I’m just running to keep from staying

My backbone ain’t used to bending

I like the highway and this way of living

Diesel smoke and hard, fast women

Let them wheels just a’ keep on spinning

It’s a long-handled shovel

Out there digging my grave

Putting me down deep and dark

Ain’t no way I can be saved

It’s a long-handled shovel

Out there digging my grave

Me and the devil

Gone hand in hand

Towards the sun

On judgment day

Pushing luck in El Dorado

Hiding out in them bars all hollow

Dim and dancing, moving, shaking

I’m drifting in and out of the vapors

And my sanity relies on the brevity

Of the bite from the highs that I bought cheap

The walls are talking, stained with sweat

Lying here in this motel bed

Chorus II