Well I'm packing up my suitcase, I fill up with Gasoline
If I leave Fort Worth in the morning, I could see my Cajun queen
Well I'm living for the moment with my guitar and pure desire
I can see the greed in your soul, and I can smell the burning fire

So give me two shots of whiskey, Lord knows I'm a dangerous man
The gypsy moved to Houston, I won't ever see her again
Now the road is long and lonesome and I'm always short on pay
Mama said son, How'd you turn out this way?

As for me I ain't worried about nothing because I ain't seen none in awhile
And I can't go back believing because there is too much to deny
When promises get broken while your barely getting by

So give me two shots of whiskey, Lord knows I'm a dangerous man
The gypsy moved to Houston, I won't ever see her again
Now the road is long and lonesome and I'm always short on pay
Mama said son, How'd you turn out this way?