You know, I've seen a lot of people walkin' 'roundWith tombstones in their eyesBut the pusher don't careAh, if you live or if you die

Work your fingers to the bone and what do you get? Boney fingers.

And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollarSpend it fast as I can for a wailin' song and a good guitarThe only things that I understand, oh yeah.

Some people say I'm a no count, others say I'm no goodBut I'm just a natural born travelin' manDoin' what I think I should, oh yeahDoin' what I think I should.

Well, I never been to SpainBut I kinda like the musicSay the ladies are insane thereAnd they sure know how to use itThey don't abuse it, never gonna lose itI can't refuse it.

Well, I never been to HeavenBut I been to OklahomaWell, they tell me I was born thereBut I really don't rememberIn Oklahoma, not ArizonaWhat does it matter, what does it matter?

The dealer for a nickelLord, will sell you lots of sweet dreamsAh, but the pusher ruin your bodyLord, he'll leave your, he'll leave your mind to scream.