Well I met you in the middle of a bar room fight In a cheap hotel on the Missouri side I had you out in my car in the parking lot
 
Early next morning we were driving east Headed for the big city where I felt at least We could enjoy the weather as long as we didn't talk
 
But I spoiled it by speaking my swirly head And you rolled them eyes turned to me and said
 
There's only one thing you got wrong with you It ain't the whole world looking at you Why don't you find yourself a life that's real Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal
 
Well we got to the city and you got a job Delivering the L.L.B. catalogue I was bored and restless, didn't know where to go
 
Late one evening after I got up My guitar and I found our way into a club I saw the queen of diamonds work that big dance floor
 
Well she looked at me but I couldn't go That familiar face said, do you want to know
 
There's only one thing you got wrong with you It ain't the whole world looking at you Why don't you find yourself a life that's real Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal
 
You gave me 24 hours to pack up my bags and glide No one's got respect for a man going over the side
 
Well you went back to the station to make sure I was gone That bus was on time you didn't have to wait long I saw the bright lights of Nashville disappear behind me
 
Well that greyhound was cool under the summer heat I could still see your face from my window seat I was so happy to see your crooked smile of relief
 
But after miles and miles of that highway has droned I hear the last thing you said when we were all alone
 
There's only one thing you got wrong with you It ain't the whole world looking at you Why don't you find yourself a life that's real Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal
 
Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal Yo-do-lay-dee-hee