Lyrics

Well I was raised on a diet of No-Doz, donuts, and diesel emissions Wrinkled old men droning on and on about the weather and road conditions Staying five miles ahead of whatever's behind, wondering where I went wrong And the strange city signs start to sound like rhymes in a never-ending song Just a one-horse town, no motel or bar Just a wax museum of dead Hee-Haw stars You don't look in a mirror when you're hard and mean Well I'm stranded outside of Tater Knob with just a Juggs magazine Well I was sitting inside a topless joint at the end of Music Row Watching fat girls strip to Molly Hatchett songs, and hope the stretch marks don't show I spent my last dime on a watered-down drink, I was headed out for the door Before I kicked myself for going in, I was headed back for more Just a one-horse town, no motel or bar Just a wax museum of dead Hee-Haw stars You don't look in a mirror when you're hard and mean Well I'm stranded outside of Tater Knob with just a Juggs magazine Well my ex-wife ran the whorehouse on the highway out of town Used to give the best trucker rates before the Baptists burnt it down She had a tattoo on her inner thigh, said "If you can read this, you're too close" We used to drive five miles for the nearest beer and bitch about the lives we chose Just a one-horse town, no motel or bar Just a wax museum of dead Hee-Haw stars You don't look in a mirror when you're hard and mean Well I'm stranded outside of Tater Knob with just a Juggs magazine