Sittin' in the back where the chairs are stacked I'm warmin' up the stove, Thinkin' about my old Ford stomped to the floorboard Chuggin' out of Pleasant Grove. Blazin' off to California Like a dust devil dancin' on a dime Guess I was a red-eyed backslider Now I'm tired of the ride. But once a drifter, always a drifter. Once a drifter, always a drifter Mama standing in the driveway Too choked to say goodbye. I turned my collar and turned my back Went a mile and started to cry. Johnny, Donny Brooks and me Singing songs to pa** the time. Long befor the war came, Long before the star game, Long before I came to find . . . So here I am, uncertain again Headed for no place to go. Settlin' down, leavin' town, Family man, ramblin' man, I just pretend it's part of the show. One too many childhood movies With strangers riding off in the sun Taught me you can't talk it out When you feel like walkin' out. The sequel's already begun.