Roadhouse Blues

I’ve been paying them road house dues
Since I was a young boy
Drifting and ramblin' with my old man
Searching around for that West Texas oil
Well ain’t nobody know
Where I’m gonna go
Ain’t nobody know these here gypsy roads
Straight out them bad lands well I come a runnin
Out of New Mexico
Eighteen wheelers and freight trains and pump jacks
Well hell I rode upon
Chorus: repeat
Mr. Armadillo don’t stand in my way
I ain’t gonna stick around here
I don’t know why I can’t fly this gypsy ride
On out the cosmic cowboy atmosphere