All I want is a cold black coffee You're crying hard In the middle of the backseat I could've gone home three hours ago But I refuse to die All I need is a tall, pale, redhead A big, long road, and a while to go Took me too long before I know So I refuse to die All I need is A little bit of pressure To keep me moving Left of the center I could do that thing I said I'd never I think it's time to try So I refuse to die All I want is To keep on trucking I think I could With a little bit of luck I've come too far To just get stuck So I refuse to die