Carried my suitcase, across the highway nobody stopped.
I don't blame them
In my pocket, a cigarette and coupons
I thought my future woulda been different
I'm headed down.
Got to Cheyenne, met an honest man eyes like [bad word]  down the streets we roamed he said,
"You can't stay here, it's best to keep moving.
This town is haunted, this place is jaded. It's going down."
Woke up in a seat belt.
Headed for the next town
Keep foolin myself, shame can't cross state lines the [bad word] about me,
I don't wanna know, what the [bad word] about me is,
I wouldn't like what I was hearing, but don't let it get me down.