Ramblin' Jo Marie

This town is a bore and it's drivin' you mad
You got dirt on your shoes and you're shoveling sand
You dream of big money and a motorbike journey
Instead you're deliverin' mail to attorneys
Your pants are too tight, your shirt is unbuttoned
Something is wrong and you feel like a glutton
Oh, you gotta get out but you don't know who to trust
Except your six packs of cigarettes and your wanderlust
So instead of a plan, you make an escape
Dragging your heels on the interstate

Now you're in another city, got a chip on your shoulder
The world keeps on spinning as the days get colder
The lines on your face are increasing from worry
You can't pay your credit card and you gotta hurry
To the grocery store where you make some money
Bagging all the canned foods for the sixty-some honeys
Oh, you gotta get out but you don't know where to go
So you pick up your shoestrings and give them a throw
And instead of a plan, you make an escape
Dragging your Geo all across the state

"Fancy meetin' you here," you say with a grin
To the piston-headed drunkard who can give you a spin
He ain't much of a looker and he smells like bait
But you gotta make ends meet whichever way
So when he smiles through his kangaroo teeth
You think of how you promised yourself it would be
Oh, you gotta get out but you don't know how
You're tired of living in this one-horse town
And instead of a plan, you make an escape
Dragging your heels back to your mama's place