i pick it like this, hold the chord shapes to make it easier
follow that pattern threw the verses
will there be an end to all this driftin'
will there be an end to all this thrift store shopping
for a shirt just because I'm weird and I like old stuff
like this old leather bag I bought at the antique
shop on the corner of norman on main street
and three old nineteen-fifteen pictures of some kid
just cause he cracked me up
I don't know, I don't care
I don't follow nobody nowhere
cause everybody's crazy I'm just stuck in the middle
I don't ask I don't worry
I don't ever get in much of no hurry
I'm just trying to scrape up a few dimes and pay the fiddle
repeat intro
I ain't tasted nothing finer than a chicken fried steak
at J and M's diner, it's down on Selmon street in Eufala
and I eat there every chance I get
sometimes I think about Pauline, had the best poster
I ever had seen, said sometimes I sits and thinks and sometimes
I just sits