I walked through Cleveland till my feet were black.

It only took ten minutes then I was back in this hotel room trying to write this song.

I met a little white man, he said he played guitar.

His wife's in jail and that broke my heart (the stories you hear when you'd rather be alone).


Roller coastin's what I do for fun.

I buy two seats but I only use one.

The other I keep safe for my old girl.

She gets out by labour day, and when she does, we're going away.

We're gonna ride the rails back to Oklahoma.


The Cuyahoga River won't kill you no more.

They cleaned it back in '71.

Well, you might get sick but welcome to Ohio.


It's the state that makes one the president,

where free pete rose is never dead.

In '96, we shared an elevator back in Cinci.


Lond days they stick, long days are tall.

Long days in grey skies make sad folks of us all