Dusty Woods

He's riding in the back of a wagon and his city choes are dragging
And the sweat is pouring down his back
One eye west and one eye south
Two words fall out his mouth
He jumps down, waves, walks across the railroad track

He's in some dusty woods outside of town

Got a piece of paper folded in four, a stub pencil from the hardware store
And a guitar that looks like it's been used
The birds shut down their song
He can't stay too long
There's something up ahead he's just got to do

He licks the pencil, looks around, writes a few words down
And pulls a moan from his guitar
A hound dog answers low and he stands up real slow
He's got a ways to go, he don't know how far

He's in some dusty woods outside of town