I'm goin' crazy mama, well I'm comin' home Let your voice ring in my ears through the telephone I'm eager like a tope ready to unwind This truck has seen the mile but your smile is where I'm bound And I'm bound for the border Bound for New Orleans Lord, I've only got a quarter For gasoline I got a half a tank of gas And now I'm burnin' oil And I'd rather be from rags 'Cause the riches is too damn spoiled And I've got a friend in Ft. Worth Settled out me some bills Then I'll fill up with gas And I'm spinnin' my Spinnin' my wheels And I'm bound for the border Bound for New Orleans But I've only got a quarter For gasoline And I'm bound for the border Bound for New Orleans Lord, I've only got a quarter For gasoline Gasoline Gasoline Gasoline