Crackerman

Kicking as I'm trying to sleep
I got the mud beneath my shoes
Rubber band, rubber-band
Gun in hand, gun in hand
I wanna use
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I don't care, yeah and I don't care)
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
Tripping as I'm thinking
'Bout a boy, his name was Sue
He's a man, he's a man
Cracker-man, cracker-man
He's a woman too
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I don't care, yeah and I don't care)
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
And I'm thinking
While I'm thinking
And I'm thinking
While I'm thinking
[Guitar Solo]
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I don't care, yeah and I don't care)
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
And I'm thinking
While I'm thinking
And I'm thinking
While I'm thinking
Salt cracked
Mud flaps
Dust blowing in my eyes
I'm a-roaming
I'm a-roaming
I'm a-roaming