lobo town

grand daddy's good name

fits like a shackle and a chain

and all them others

long dead

still hanging 'round my head. hard working kind of men

there's not a one left of them

there's only me

there's only mine

i guess we're all the other kind. throwin' dice and dippin' snuff

out in a trailer

back in the brush

sippin' crown and smokin' weed

huntin' hogs and cookin' speed. that's how we do it nowadays

no matter what the teachers used to say

pass judgment if you dare

see if any of us care. you're goddamn right

you got no clue

so don't tell me i'm dyin'

that old black dog has got me down

and i can't get loose from lobo town. the post mistress telling tales

while all the blue hairs come get their mail

wonderin' why a boy like me

gets into trouble

well let me see. they might be kinder if i were poor

but they might only hate me more

when they only know you by your car

it's who you come from

not who you are. two hundred channels on big tv

won't fill the holes inside of me

i'm getting twisted

i'm getting sick

i need some help and i need it quick. 'cause i can feel the curtain fall

when won't no one return my calls

i used 'em hard

i used 'em up

i never will amount to much. you're goddamn right

you got no clue

so don't tell me i'm dyin'

that old black dog has got me down

and i can't get loose from lobo town. i'll take the house and the land

i'm gonna list it get what i can

sell the horses

sell the cows

sell 'em all

sell 'em now.