I don´t need no wheels I don´t need no gasoline ´Cause the wind that is blowing Is blowing like a smoke machine
If I said to you That I was looking for a place to get to ´Cause my neck is broken And my pants ain´t getting no bigger
I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol´ boys I´m writing my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time
All my friends Tell me something is getting together I got a beard that would disappear If I´m dressed in leather Now let me tell you about my baby She was born in Arizona
Sitting in the jailhouse Trying to learn some good manners
I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol´ boys I´m writing my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time
Matchsticks strike When I´m riding my bike to the depot ´Cause everybody knows my name At the recreation center If I could only find a nickel I would pay myself off tonight ´Cause nobody knows Where the good times have passed out cold
I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol´ boys I´m writing my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time
I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol´ boys I´m writing my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time
Don´t talk to me If you´re looking for somebody to cry on Don´t talk to me