Lyrics

I've been done by the tax collector Had by the kids in the street By the girls in Wisconsin telling their boyfriends about me So I'm on the next train to Carson To you I've made a truce with my fascinations And drilled myself on my dealings with the urge And I'm still reading the junk newspapers Still playing that old brow-beating dirt But I'm on th next train to Carson To you And they can hang me out to dry in Carson With you They've only got ones like you in Carson, Wisconsin They can hang me out to dry in Carson With you