Crackerman

Kicking as Im trying to sleep
I got the mud beneath my shoes
Rubber band, rubber-band
Gun in hand, gun in hand
I wanna use
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I dont care, yeah and I dont care)
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
Tripping as Im thinking
Bout a boy, his name was Sue
Hes a man, hes a man
Cracker-man, cracker- man
Hes a woman too
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I dont care, yeah and I dont care )
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
And Im thinking
While Im thinking
And Im thinking
While Im thinking
[Guitar Solo]
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
(I dont care, yeah and I dont care)
Roaming, roaming, roam
(Get away, gotta get away)
And I think I think too much
And Im thinking
While Im thinking
And Im thinking
While Im thinking
Salt cracked
Mud flaps
Dust blowing in my eyes
Im a-roaming
Im a-roaming
Im a-roaming