One, two, one two three four.

Lonely, lonely troubadour, I know that you've been here before

But there ain't no cure for a restless man

If you came to run from your bad reputation

Of sleeping wherever you land

What state you in tonight, and did you get into a fight?

Are you more drunk than you were last week?

When I call you on the phone, you are never alone

And your jaws don't close when you speak.

She said, "run down the road, go where you need to go

But I need you to understand

There ain't no home and there is no cure

For a no-good rambling man".

Lonely, lonely troubadour, you ain't the boy you were before

This world has truly thickened your skin

'cause everyone you talk to acts like they walked through

Hell with you way back when

Who are you to say I can't live this way?

I was born to be a man of the night

Twelve-foot tall and I'm living proof

That highway boys don't die.

She said, "run down the road, go where you need to go

But I need you to understand

There ain't no home and there is no cure

For a no-good rambling man".

She said, "run down the road, go where you need to go

But I need you to understand

There ain't no home and there is no cure

For a no-good rambling man".