ruby and carlos

ruby said you're gettin' us in a world of hurt

and down below the mason dumb ass line the food gets worse

i can't go back to tennessee

that nascar country's not for me

go on if you think you must

carlos packed his drums up in the dark of night

ruby standing just outside the front porch light

chain-smoking camel straights

the sky off to the east got grey

and he rolled off in a cloud of dust

the grey colt nickered at the gate

she said you're right it's gettin' late