Imogene - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I struck out on the road tonight

Redneck leather, Japanese tires

Runnin' from a woman lookin’ for a fight

Breakin' down from time to time

When I woke up in the mornin', I must’ve lost my way

Wound up smack dab in the middle of Ghost Town, USA

Backwoods, Mississippi, population 23

I came by to take a load off, now I never wanna leave

Hmm, ain't nothin' to see

Just a little patch of rough hidin' in the green

And you can tell the folks back home if they're still askin' after me

I'm workin' it all out in Imogene

Shotgun city, and tiller motor oil

Streaks of lightnin’ buzzin’ on the coil

I used to work all day, fuckin' work all night

Spill my heart out on the slide

Well, it’s hard to make a livin' hidin' money in a can

'Cause you can’t cash out what you ain't cashed in

You take your dead-end job on a dead-end street

Throw it on a record, hon, and put it on repeat

Hmm, ain't nothin' to see

Just a little patch of rough hidin' in the green

And you can tell the folks back home if they're still askin' after me

I ain't ever comin' back

I ain't ever comin' back to Imogene