Well I’m an eighteen wheeler with the throttle pinned down
And a brake line cut just a-screamin’ through your town
Well I’m a runaway ghost train with no way left to stop
Well I’m a nightmare that comes from your California dreamin’
With your bloodshot eyes thinkin’ nothin’s what it’s seemin’
I’m a Bradbury story, spreadin’ like a fire from hell
No I never met a lesson I didn’t learn well

I get wound up and found up in places you’ll never see
I was born to be a God-fearin’ song-singin’, good-timin’
Son of a son of an SOB
I never set out to hurt anybody, you see
I just set out to chase that song that’s chasin’ me

Well I’m a late night thunder tryin’ to raise the dead
Well I’m a pound and the haze in your whiskey trippin’ head
Well I’m the cough in your first smoke, go on and load that gun
I’m a thirteen-squared, I’m a 13 twice
Just a black cat walkin’ on thin black ice
I’m a Jinks Lord, I can’t help it I was born half bad
Some times I can’t remember they’re the best I’ve had

I get wound up and found up in places you’ll never see
I was born to be a God-fearin’ song-singin’, good-timin’
Son of a son of an SOB
I never set out to hurt anybody, you see
I just set out to chase that song that’s chasin’ me

I get wound up and found up in places you’ll never see
I was born to be a God-fearin’ song-singin’, good-timin’
Son of a son of an SOB
I never set out to hurt anybody, you see
I just set out to chase that song now it’s chasin’ me

I set out to chase that song
Out to chase that song
I set out to chase that song now it’s chasin’ me