Well, I've got a carved arm and a black tooth Crippled boot and a broken heart Stuck here in Smiley Oh, God, I'm so alone I will roam hobo Come crooked down the road I got an idiot eye and Indian hips Conhouse lips and a wino's smile Stuck out here in Youngstown Killing myself slow So I'll hitch a rattletrap boat Come crooked down the road I got a jacket of smoke and a charcoal lung Dumb tongue and I'm down at the heels, Joe Stuck in Stony Mountain Don't know which way I'll go So I'll take the first morning coach Come crooked down the road