I was raised on a diet of no-doz
Donuts, and diesel emissions
Wrinkled old men dronin' on and on
About the weather and road conditions
Stayin five miles ahead
Whatever behind
Wonderin' where I went wrong
Strange city signs
Sound like rhymes
In a neverending song
Just a one horse town
No motel or bar
Just a wax museum
Of dead hee-haw stars
You don't look in a mirror
When you're hard and mean
Stranded outside tater knob
With a juggs magazine
Sittin' inside a topless joint
End of music row
Watchin' fat girls strip to Molly Hatchett songs
Hopin' their stretch marks don't show
I spent my last dime on a watered-down drink
I was headed right toward the door
Before I could kick myself for going' in
I was headed back for more
Just a one horse town
No motel or bar
Just a wax museum
Of dead hee-haw stars
You don't look in a mirror
When you're hard and mean
Stranded outside tater knob
With a juggs magazine
Well, my ex-wife ran a whorehouse
On the highway out of town
Used to give special truckers' rates
Before the baptists burned it down
She had a tattoo on her inner thigh
Said, if you can read this, you're too close
We used to drive five miles for the nearest cold beer
And bitch about the lives we chose
Just a one horse town
No motel or bar
Just a wax museum
Of dead hee-haw stars
You don't look in a mirror
When you're hard and mean
Stranded outside tater knob
With a juggs magazine
Stranded outside tater knob
With a juggs magazine