He's been on the road for nearly all his life Never a moment of peace Nowhere to go, no one to turn to Doesn't anybody love to cheat? Sleeping in the cold, stealing for a living All he's ever feeled is anger and fear Maybe he'll live, maybe he'll die But it doesn't really matter anymore ♪ In and out of jail, doesn't need his freedom And doesn't seem to follow going on, yeah Maybe his stories that didn't know his mama Wonders what it's like to have a woman Doesn't want a job, not his kind of man Nine-to-five is not his kind of scene He ain't really mean, he ain't really greedy It's just this life that's given him a dirty deed