Imogene

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 mornin', I must’ve lost my way
Wound up smack dab in the middle of Ghost Town, USA
Backwoods, Mississippi, population 23
I came by to take a load off, now I never wanna leave
Hmm, ain’t nothin' to see
Just a 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, and tiller motor oil
Streaks of lightnin' buzzin' on the coil
I used to work all day, fuckin' work all night
Spill my heart out on the slide
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
You take your dead-end job on a dead-end street
Throw it on a record, hon, and put it on repeat
Hmm, ain’t nothin' to see
Just a 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
I ain’t ever comin' back
I ain’t ever comin' back to Imogene