Texty: Mother Mother. Touch Up. Legs Away.

I got lost about an hour ago
I sailed past that fork in the road
And now here I stand
A stranger in a foreign land
An empty barn and a weather vein

A picket fence that's seen its day
Oh, I sit to stay 'cause
I don't got much to do today
I go down to the local store

I caught a glance from the local whore
That she threw my way
And I still got nothing to do today
I carry on down the street

I'm looking for a place to eat
But my belly's so full
With all these things
I'm hoping for whores

And I'm wishing my legs away
Oh, I'm wishing my legs away
'Cause they're taking me to no where safe
Oh, they're taking me to know where safe

An old man in a pickup truck
Says, "Son are you out of luck?"
And I nod my head
I say my day is spent and my spirit's dead

He says, "Come on now take a ride
You sit yourself in the passenger side
And I'll go your way
'Cause I don't got much to do today"

And I'm wishing my legs away
Oh, I'm wishing my legs away
'Cause they're taking me to no where safe
Oh, they're taking me to know where safe