Passenger Number 24
I've got a bag of cocane and I cut my hair short
We're gonna fill it up with diesel and American scum
Left a girl in Amarillo 'bout as sweet as rum
A girl in Amarillo
'Bout as sweet as rum

I've a Christian name and a cross in ink
But God don't like it when a poor man thinks
So I'm a boot camp warrior, United States vet
Got a girl in Orange County, she don't know it yet
A girl in Orange County
Don't know it yet

Well it's four AM. and I'm still a hound
We dropped a mean talkin' Yankee off in the last town
If I were in Kentucky I'd be shooting raccoons
Stoned as the driver chasing the moon
Hopped up driver
Chasing the moon

Buying smokes for kids and I pocket the change
Grab a deli stick, a barely legal Home on the range
Jump on a bus as he's gunnin' the wheel
Dust on my tracks, pedal to steel
Dust on my tracks
Pedal to steel
Whoo!

Passenger number 24
I've got a bag of cocaine and I cut my hair short
We're gonna fill it up with diesel and American scum
Left a girl in Amarillo 'bought as sweet as rum
A girl in Amarillo
'Bout as sweet...
(one, two; a one, two, three)
...as rum