The ground knows you're just sleeping And won't name you until your dead You are lipgloss in a room that's tossed Man you've got everything child Even Jesus had a girlfriend I hear he washed her feet She was number two to what he had to do He was going to do it regardless I guess what I'm trying to say is Girl go find your boyfriend Tell him to carry his own damn cross And leave here with me I'll teach you to play the banjo And you'll back me on this song The train still stops in Littlerock We'll stay with an old friend of mine He'll put us up for a week And we'll practice our little set Steal my old man's Chevrolet And we'll play all the way to Portland And we'll never need a job And we'll become our own kid Give our life to an honest sound Take our name from the underground And leave quietly Not like Jesus did