The Land Created Me. I'm Wild And

Done Laid Around, Done Stayed Around This Old Town Too Long And It Seems Like I've Got To Travel On

How Many Times Can A Man Turn His Head, And Pretend That He Just Doesn't See?

I Used To Think It's Better If You Just Live And Die And No One Knows Who You Are.

You Swore You'd Never Compromise With The Mystery Tramp, But Now You Realise He's Not Selling Any Alibis As You Stare Into The Vacuum Of His Eyes And Say, Do You Want To Make A Deal How Does It Feel

Ain't It Just Like The Night To Play Tricks When You're Tryin' To Be So Quiet?