Heading down the back turnpike, signposts
are pointing west.
Fell into the lonely dustpipe, hope my pick-up
can stand the test.
Chorus:
But I'm doing all right, now rolling down the
dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na.
Rolling down the dustpipe now, got
a ten dollar bill in my jeans
Because there ain't no room for a kosher
cowboy in a town like New Orleans
chorus
Guess I didn't make it in the city,
but that's just the way that it goes
'Cos there's a lotta lunatics, crazy ghostmen,
baby, don't like the shape of my nose
chorus
Rolling down the dustpipe now,
got a ten dollar bill in my jeans
Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in
a town like New Orleans
chorus
Rolling down the dustpipe now, got
a ten dollar bill in my jeans
Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in
a town like New Orleans
But I'm doing all right now...