Strawberry Flats

Bill Payne, Lowell George Ripped off and run out of town Had my guitar burned when I was clownin' Haven't slept in a bed for a week And my shoes feel like they're part of my feet Let me come down where I won't be a bother to no one Let me unwind please give me a hole to recline in Knocked on my friend's door in moody texas And asked if he had a place for me His hair was cut off and he was wearing a suit And he said not in my house, not in my house You look like you're part of a conspiracy Now I'm six hours out on strawberry flats Trying to get to Waco 'fore it freezes over They're stopping every one who looks too wierd At the ghoul bust Texas road block Oh let me come down where I won't be a bother to no one Let me unwind please give me a hole to recline in Got a ride on a highway king Made the cross road by nine fifteen If I don't find a place to crash Well I might as well cash it all in If I was a no 'count gambler or a Texas fool Or a millionaire with a suit and real short hair Or do you even care