It's 4 A.M., and I'm a hundred miles from breakfast in Wyomin'
I'm [bad word] 

I got the radio on, playin' on a station from New Orleans
An' now it's rainin'

I'm makin' time, tryin' ta keep it rollin'
And I'm all alone
 [bad word] 
Windshield wipers in the rain

I hear that country-western [bad word]  at me, through the thunder
flash of lightnin'

I hear the D.J., sayin' "Here's a little tune for all you [bad word] 
"I hope you like it."

I'm gettin' tired; my eyes are feelin' sandy
When I'm alone
 [bad word] 
Windshield wipers in the rain

I hear a freight [bad word]  down
I see the headlights flashin' 'round
I feel an earthquake in the ground
An' then he's gone

All alone
 [bad word] 
Windshield wipers in the rain

I feel a cold Wyomin' [bad word]  on me in the mornin'
I need some [bad word] 
I see a sign, says it's only fifty miles to where I'm going
And I hope it's open

I look around, wishin' you was with me
But I'm alone
 [bad word] 
Windshield wipers in the rain

I see a distant neon sign
I turn the music way up high
I wipe the lonesome from my eyes
But I'm alone
 [bad word] 
Windshield wipers in the rain