Too Lazy To Work too Nervous To Steal

Well I met you in the middle of a bar room fight in a cheap motel on the Missouri side I had you out in my car in the parking lot Early next morning we were driving east headed for the big city where I felt at least We could enjoy the weather as long as we didn?t talk Well I spoiled it my speaking my swirling head And your grown up eyes turned to me and said There?s only one thing you got wrong with you It ain?t the whole world looking at you Why don?t you find yourself a life that?s real Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal Well we got to the city and you got a job delivering the LL Bean Catalog I was bored and restless, didn?t know where to go Now late one evening after I got up, my guitar and I found my way to a club I saw that queen of diamonds work that big dance floor Well she looked at me but I couldn?t go That familiar face said do you wanna know Chorus Bridge: You gave me 24 hours to pack up my bags and glide No one?s got respect for a man going over the side Well you went back to the station to make sure I was gone, That bus was on time you didn?t have to wait long I saw the bright lights of Nashville disappear behind me Well that greyhound was cool after the summer heat, I could still see your face from my window seat I was so happy to see your crooked smile of relief But after miles and miles of that highway?s drone I hear the last thing you said when we were all alone Chorus