James McMurtry Follow

Fits like a shackle and a chain
And all them others, long dead
Still hanging 'round my head

Hard working kind of men
There's not a one left of them
There's only me, there's only mine
And I guess we're all the other kind

Throwin' dice and dippin' snuff
Out in a trailer back in the brush
Sippin' crown and smokin' weed
Huntin' hogs and cookin' speed

That's how we do it nowadays
No matter what the teachers used to say
Pass judgment if you dare
See if any of us care

You're goddamn right, you got no clue
So don't tell me I'm dying
That old black dog has got me down
And I can't get loose from Lobo Town

Post mistress is telling tales
While all the blue hairs come get their mail
Wonderin' why a boy like me
Gets into trouble, well let me see

They might be kinder if I were poor
But they might only hate me more
When they only know you by your car
It's who you come from not who you are

Two hundred channels on a big TV
Won't fill the holes inside of me
I'm getting twisted, I'm getting sick
I need some help and I need it quick

'Cause I can feel the curtain fall
When won't no one return my calls
I used 'em hard and I used 'em up
I never will amount to much

You're goddamn right, you got no clue
So don't tell me I'm dying
That old black dog has got me down
And I can't get loose from Lobo Town

I'll take the house and the land
I'm gonna list it, get what I can
Sell the horses, sell the cows
Sell 'em all, sell 'em now

Fits like a shackle and a chain
And all them others, long dead