If it looks like I'm up to something
It's probably because I'm down to nothing
Standing in the turning lane
Watching cars zip by
Sun beats on my sweaty brow looking for a spot of shade to hide
A shower would be heavenly but there's no clouds in that sky

Got my whole life in a knapsack
Her father won't forgive so I can't go back
La-dickDa-dickDa guess I will be alright
And it's been said I got a bad reputation
But I never really cared what people say
And I'm not big on small talk, a deep conversation
Just want to do my thing and be on my way
Now I'm on my way
Now I'm on my way

Sha-la-la-la-la
Sho-be-dop

And it's definitely not what it's not
But one thing for sure, it is what it is
These smelly clothes are full of holes
And I fear I might get used to this
Another store front, another parking lot
Put a thousand miles on these old shoes
My feet got blisters
That got brothers and sisters
They do everything my thumbs can't do
We going to find our place to settle down
Her mama hates my face and don't want me 'round

La-dickDa-dickDa guess I will be alright
Said I got a bad reputation
But I never really cared what people say
Now I'm not big on small talk, a deep conversation
Just want to do my thing and be on my way
Now I'm on my way
Now I'm on my way
Now I'm on my way
Now I'm on my way

Sha-la-la-la-la
Sho-be-dop

Tell your mom I'm sorry
Tell your father I'm not mad
Kiss the baby for me
Tell him about his dad