That Kind of Life

It's a country jungle round here

When that August sun gets hot

Puttin' out the kinda' heat

Paints a grey haze across the sky

The horse weeds, high as the barn

Been sitting here waiting to rot

Ever since Old Sam laid the checkbook down

And bought out baccer plot

I ain't got no roarin' train

To hop and take me to the shore

But you know it's alright

It's just the kinda' life that nobody lives no more

I know a man with a metal touch

You know, could fix anything you had

Could pull my car right up in his yard

No matter what time or what went bad

Well the other night I lost both headlights

And when I called to make sure he was home

He said there ain't no demand for a shade tree man

Junked every piece and part I owned

I ain't got no roarin' train

To hop and take me to the shore

But you know it's alright

It's just the kinda' life that nobody lives no more

I got a quaint and quiet friend

You know he hardly speaks a word at all

Spends half his time staring down at the pine

And the other trippin' into walls

Well a week has passed since I seen him last

He was barreling up a crowded street

While the traffic rage straight ahead unfazed

Burning holes in both his aimless feet

I ain't got no roarin' train

To hop and take me to the shore

But you know it's alright

It's just the kinda' life that nobody lives no more

That nobody lives no more