Walked a mile to the truckstop,
This is anything but bad luck.
It may be hot out here but I can't see a cloud for miles.
'Cause I'm just made of starch and carbohydrates
And I swear these bones won't break.
Starch and carbohydrates
Sweat and cigarettes.
I'm comin' home tomorrow,
I'll try and look my best.
And I guess you should come with me.
I'll take the straightest path to the sea.
I believe in love but I think marriage is a sham
And I could stand with you forever on this cold and s**y sand.
I could lay out under stars that we can see.
There's nothin' but road
For this southern boy to see.
You're there, right there,
That's what matters.
Stand here, right here
For a thousand hours.
'Cause I'm just made of starch and carbohydrates
And I swear these bones won't break.
Starch and carbohydrates
Sweat and cigarettes.
I'm comin' home tomorrow,
I'll try and look my best.