I'm stoned, and in love
With the desert sun
I'm a fiend for your touch
I'll never get enough
I'm a smokin'
Loaded gun
I'm always broke as f*ck
Yeah, I'm runnin' out of luck with you
I'm on an empty road
In New Mexico
I've got a pack of smokes
And some static on the radio
I don't know
When I'll be sober enough
And I could really use a buck or two
I'm a young western soul
I need some shelter from the cold
I got your letter Dakota wrote
I think I met her in Colorado
On the rich side of downtown
I want that rich life I dreamed about
In my rundown '84
Toyota with the twin turbo
I wanna follow you
Through the United States
Come on, and count 'em one, two
I'm forty-eight away
From your lovin'
Don't behave
I'm always broke as f*ck
Yeah, I only have a buck or two