Sometimes a man enters a fight with nothin’ but his will, and where he came from — and that can be a real cool hand.

I don't care

Standing on a corner in the middle of the night begging dollars from people I see
Trying to book a ticket on a one-way ride up out of these dirty streets

And I don't know where I'm going no more
I don't know and I don't care

Well, the rail car's running through these streets so fast, man, I'd jump one if he'd just slow down
There's killers on the road so it ain't much chance of me trying and hitching around
Oh, but if I had a dollar boy, I'd find me a game, and I bet you I could turn it into five
And if I had five I'd book a bullet train and I'd ride it to the end of the line

And I don't know where I'm going no more
I don't know and I don't care

Well, Chicago, Cincinnati, New York City, Tucumcari, Amarillo, Los Angeles
Saskatoon, Baton Rouge, Miami, Johnson City, or anywhere in between
Anywhere but here, anywhere at all, I'm just looking for a change
I don't want to see the sun rising up on this dirty little town again

And I don't know where I'm going no more
I don't know and I don't care

I don't know where I'm going no more
I don't know and I don't care

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Tell my Momma I love her, Tell my Father I tried, Give my money to my baby to spend....