I?m tired of drinking your muddy water, babe, sleepin? in your hollow love.
I?m gonna take up with a stranger, get myself a fast-movin' dog.
Goodby you empty closets, my true love of seven years,
I?m on a Southwestern pilgrimage to be a frontier sonneteer.
Goodbye you auctioneers, you guillotine racketeers,
I?m looking for a holy man, out here on the old frontier.
I?m gonna take along a lady who ain?t never seen a mountain before,
I?m on a SW pilgrimage where the middle class can't hunt me down no more.
Interlude
I should have been a gypsy all along and I know that now
but I got slowed up, I let a city woman drag me down.
And the contracts and the circus acts they make it so I can?t relax no more
but my stomach never hurt me much when I was sleepin? on the floor.
That old buzzard?s flying all around that same old Texas sky
and I take that as a sign that it is time to either lay me down or fly.
So, it's out of my house and it's into my truckin? clothes,
I?m on a Southwestern pilgrimage where the wheel stops, nobody knows!