i ve been paying them road house dues since i was a young boy drifting and ramblin with my old man searching around for that west texas oil chorus well ain t nobody know where i m gonna go ain t nobody know these here gypsy roads straight out them bad lands well i come a runnin out of new mexico eighteen wheelers and freight trains and pump jacks well hell i rode upon chorus repeat mr armadillo don t stand in my way i ain t gonna stick around here i don t know why i can t fly this gypsy ride on out the cosmic cowboy atmosphere
['new americana', 'outlaw country']