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Ridin' out Wayco, shakin' with one pull from my flask
How I grab a pouch from my bag and roll up the smoke of my last
And it carried me away, but on the water tank lookin' back
I read the name of the town, that means that I'm on the wrong track

And I can catch a train, but you can never be sure where they go
When I'll see you in September if I ever get a ticket home
All the cities look the same when you're ridin' a highball to the moon
And I can't recall my name, it can change with the town or the room
And I know you've been waitin', but these lines all spider and bloom
If I never get back, please make my hearse a caboose

And I can catch a train, but you can never be sure where they go
When I'll see you in September if I ever get a ticket home

And I can catch a train, but you can never be sure where they go
When I'll see you in September if I ever get a ticket home