Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

{c: Verse 1:}

I’ve got ten miles to go on a nine mile track

Woke up this mornin’ crossed paths with a black cat

Been waiting for a train with a dog that’s got no name

Skipping town and running out ain’t done at the same pace

I’m a liquor fueled nomad traveling by Blues Caravan

No Good Rounder anyone can see

{c: Verse 2:}

Moonshine lightning strikes a steam engine howler

Rolling through a dust bowl cloud blowing a tumbling desert flower

Had a quart bottle of whiskey laid back with a game of dice

Strange woman on my knee loving this rounder’s life

Her old man in my face sayin “stop pawing on my woman, son!”

Can’t knock him out and and know I can’t run

{c: Verse 3:}

I wish I was a headlight on a Southbound train

Sitting in that Jailhouse calling out

”Boss! you got the wrong man!”

Had a blade on my leg and a Zip Gun by my snake

Shot my way out that shitty joint where I made my last mistake

Got a law man chasing got her old man chasin’ me

And I just dropped a dime on my best friend

I’m a liquor fueled nomad traveling by Blues Caravan

No Good Rounder anyone can see