well i met you in the middle of a bar room fight in a cheap hotel on the missouri side i had you out in my car in the parking lot early next morning we were driving east headed for the big city where i felt at least we could enjoy the weather as long as we didn t talk but i spoiled it by speaking my swirly head and you rolled them eyes turned to me and said there s only one thing you got wrong with you it ain t the whole world looking at you why don t you find yourself a life that s real too lazy to work too nervous to steal well we got to the city and you got a job delivering the l l bean catalogue i was bored and restless didn t know where to go late one evening after i got up my guitar and i found our way into a club i saw the queen of diamonds work that big dance floor well she looked at me but i couldn t go that familiar face said do you want to know there s only one thing you got wrong with you it ain t the whole world looking at you why don t you find yourself a life that s real too lazy to work but too nervous to steal you gave me 24 hours to pack up my bags and glide no one s got respect for a man going over the side well you went back to the station to make sure i was gone that bus was on time you didn t have to wait long i saw the bright lights of nashville disappear behind me well that greyhound was cool under the summer heat i could still see your face from my window seat i was so happy to see your crooked smile of relief but after miles and miles of that highway has droned i hear the last thing you said when we were all alone there s only one thing you got wrong with you it ain t the whole world looking at you why don t you find yourself a life that s real too lazy to work too nervous to steal too lazy to work too nervous to steal yo do lay dee hee