Lyrics:
I walked alone in the middle of the night
In a college town, somewhere up in Maine
My fears and thoughts were messing with my mind
Swear I was
of pets find home
In the town Bozeman, Montana
A finer crew you'll never meet
From Maine to California
A mean old cat and a dog or two
That will be glad
Mexico Maine is a town in the rain
High in the mountains and hidden away
Mexico Maine is a town in a dream
And always the same year of 1990
Why that
Where strippers with few teeth drop it
Lower than the murder rate
Where the old people salty like a surfer face
If a loud sound in their town reverberates
Jackson Town, Wanted man in El Passo
I got bounties on my head in towns I wouldn't ever think to go
Wanted Man in Arizona, wanted man in Louisville
Jackson Town, Wanted man in El Passo
I got bounties on my head in towns I wouldn't ever think to go
Wanted Man in Arizona, wanted man in Louisville
again
I was nineteen with my friends, yeah
Before Chris Brown punched chicks in the face
In my town, at a party at Yvette's place
I was nineteen, which
me and that old flattop
Not caring where we're bound
From Maine to California
With a five piece travelin' band
Singin' songs about the hard times
That
an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination... Bangor, Maine
Old worn out
an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination... Bangor, Maine
Old worn out
Tennessee,
Wanted man in Broken Arrow,
Wanted man in Wounded Knee
Wanted man in Jackson Town,
Wanted man in El Passo,
I got bounties on my head in towns
I
a town that's grown so cold
With its used-to-be's and its memories it makes a man feel old
My friends have wed and some are dead and some are far away
If you like trees, well we have plenty
There's oak and hemlock, pine and birch
Tallest thing in every town is
The steeple on the Baptist church
If you like trees, well we have plenty
There's oak and hemlock, pine and birch
Tallest thing in every town is
The steeple on the Baptist church
a wanted man in Buffalo
I'm a wanted man in Kansas City
I'm a wanted man in Ohio
I'm a wanted man in Mississippi
They want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever
friend tell you you right I
Bet I get her real easy
Like bitch, you know who im is
Now what it is mac maine holla at em
Ratatat tat tat tat on you dog
And I'll just do it again
Do what you have to do
Get out of this town
You know that's up to you
And I don't care where you're going
And I don't care where
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination, Bangor, Maine
Say, let me focus on my mental
From those distractions that be posted 'round town, on the block on central
Right by Decatur near my home where livin'
team was just drowning
Another king recieving his crown
I rep for the G's in my town, I'm feeling our season is now
We in the playoffs, too much work
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination, Bangor, Maine
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination, Bangor, Maine.
Old
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old
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