Crackerman

Kicking as I'm trying to sleep

I got the mud beneath my shoes

Rubber band, rubber-band

Gun in hand, gun in hand

I wanna use

Roaming, roaming, roam

(Get away, gotta get away)

And I think I think too much

(I don't care, yeah and I don't care)

Roaming, roaming, roam

(Get away, gotta get away)

And I think I think too much

Tripping as I'm thinking

'Bout a boy, his name was Sue

He's a man, he's a man

Cracker-man, cracker-man

He's a woman too

Roaming, roaming, roam

(Get away, gotta get away)

And I think I think too much

(I don't care, yeah and I don't care)

Roaming, roaming, roam

(Get away, gotta get away)

And I think I think too much

And I'm thinking

While I'm thinking

And I'm thinking

While I'm thinking

[Guitar Solo]

Roaming, roaming, roam

(Get away, gotta get away)

And I think I think too much

(I don't care, yeah and I don't care)

Roaming, roaming, roam

(Get away, gotta get away)

And I think I think too much

And I'm thinking

While I'm thinking

And I'm thinking

While I'm thinking

Salt cracked

Mud flaps

Dust blowing in my eyes

I'm a-roaming

I'm a-roaming

I'm a-roaming