Heading down the back turnpike signposts are pointing west
Fell into the lonely dustpipe hope my pick-up can stand the test
But I'm doing all right now
Rolling down the dustpipe na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na
Rolling down the dustpipe now got a ten dollar bill in my jeans
Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like new orleans
But I'm doing all right now
Rolling down the dustpipe na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na
Guess I didn't make it in the city but that's just the way that it goes
'cos there's a lotta lunatics crazy ghostmen baby don't like the shape of my nose
But I'm doing all right now
Rolling down the dustpipe na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na
Rolling down the dustpipe now got a ten dollar bill in my jeans
Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like new orleans
But I'm doing all right now
Rolling down the dustpipe na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na
Rolling down the dustpipe now got a ten dollar bill in my jeans
Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like new orleans
But I'm doing all right now