He's been on the road for nearly all his life
Never a moment of peace
Nowhere to go, no one to turn to
Doesn't anybody love to cheat?
Sleeping in the cold, stealing for a living
All he's ever feeled is anger and fear
Maybe he'll live, maybe he'll die
But it doesn't really matter anymore

In and out of jail, doesn't need his freedom
And doesn't seem to follow going on, yeah
Maybe his stories that didn't know his mama
Wonders what it's like to have a woman
Doesn't want a job, not his kind of man
Nine-to-five is not his kind of scene
He ain't really mean, he ain't really greedy
It's just this life that's given him a dirty deed