There's a dirty piece of cardboard
that reads Montgomery Ward
taped across the window of my old Ford.
A six-pack on the front seat and a box of chicken wings,
I'm dialin' 'cross the radio for a song that I can sing
I'd better change my wandrin ways,
I know I've seen my better days,
always gettin' high when I get low.
Well, I left my soul out in the rain,
Lord, what a price I've had to pay.
The storms of life are washin' me away.
An old mail pouch, tobacco sign