I like gra** stains
And the mountains and the prairies and the badlands
And the canyons and the caverns and the desert sands
And the birds and the bees and the bushes and the trees
The snow and the wind and the rain and the sleet
All underneath my feet
Underneath my feet
I like the sidewalks
And the streets and the lights from the pawn shops
And the windows and the doors when they ain't locked
With my woman inside dying to see me
Hold me, please me, love me, leave me
Ohh, down on my knees
I like windmills
And the trains and the truckers from the oil fields
And the bugs and the spider on my windshield
And the way the sun feels, oh, it feels so real
Ohh, and the glory and the grace
And the glory and grace
I like pool halls
And the rammers and the gammers around the eight ball
Come morning maybe looking at a stone wall
With the aches and the pains and the elbows and knees
And the cigarette tress is what we need
Ahh, cigarette trees
I like gra** stains
And the mountains and the prairies and the badlands
And the canyons and the caverns and the desert sands
And the birds and the bees and the bushes and the trees
The snow and the wind and the rain and the sleet
All underneath my feet