Written by Jimmy Cousins
As performed on The Blue Plate Special
Intro
Don t stare straight into the sun
cause a blind man cannot run
Oh how I might have to lose my sight
just to gain it back again
Don t drive a car when it s lightning
some folks find that it s frightening
but that s why cars got rubber tires
and a driver s side airbag
[chorus]
I believe that a fool has got more sense than the wisest sages
Because a fool does just what he s cut out for and never gets in no cages
My life story got wrote by the good lord and I m just turning the pages
Striking out for a home where the road becoms the sky
Even if I became a reverend
I still wouldn t get to go to heaven
I can tell that I m a-headed for hell
for all the things I ve done
But it ain t nothing nice, oh
When I get an appetite
My methamphetamines, high horsepower engines
and walking on top of the ocean
[chorus]
Sell my three piece suit, ooh
Let me lose my roots
give me time to make up my mind
so that I can see
Not to stare straight into the sun
for a blind man cannot run
but it ain t nothing to lose your sight
if you ve got your liberty
[chorus]