I've been honkin' music since 1954
ain't gonna do it no more
I've heard people talkin'
Pickin' rock and roll in a roadside cafe
The agent found me workin' a town
Smokin' funny kind of ci garettes
as this music's gone too far
lookin' all around the place
I met some dudes with bald heads
but the hair was on their face
A girl named Wicked Wanda,
She'd ran away with a hippie freak
with fourteen feet of hair
I'm goin' home, no more to roam
And I'll pick country music
on the weekend in them bars
about the places that I've been
more than how I lived in sin
Smokin' funny kind of ci garettes,
this music's gone too far
I might head for Nashville
I'll take along my guitar
and my five -string banjo
I almost became a rock 'n 'roll star
I think I'll head for Nashville