Smitty from the city of the bums
Worthless broken slums
That he calls his home
Ricky was Smitty’s oldest son
With an afro no one knows
What he has done
Pickup truck’s on fire oh my god
We’re fucked, we’ll die now
A pickup burning to the ground
Smitty stuck around
But we don’t know what for
A lawman found a little stash
And took all of his cash
That he had worked hard for
Throw him in the wagon
Cuff him up
We’ll drag him downtown
A jailhouse he made a couple friends
His time only begins
When he busted out
Tomorrow by this time I’ll be gone
To a lawless open place
That I can call my own
Always done what you’re told
Now its time to hit the open road