Heading down
the back turnpike
signposts are
pointing west
Fell into the lonely
dustpipe hope
my pick-up
can stand the test but
I'm doing alright now
Rolling down
the dustpipe
naa-na-na-naa
nana-na-naa
Rolling down
the dustpipe now
got a ten dollar bill
in my jeans
Because there ain't no
room for a kosher
cowboy in a town like
New Orleans but
I'm doing alright now
Rolling down
the dustpipe
naa-na-na-naa
nana-na-naa
Guess I didn't make it
in the city
but that's just the way
that it goes
There's a
lotta lunatics
Crazy ghostmen baby
don't like the shape
of my nose but
I'm doing alright now
Rolling down
the dustpipe
naa-na-na-naa
nana-na-naa
Rolling down
the dustpipe now
got a ten dollar bill
in my jeans
Because there ain't no
room for a kosher
cowboy in a town like
New Orleans but
I'm doing alright now
Rolling down
the dustpipe
naa-na-na-naa
nana-na-naa
Rolling down
the dustpipe now
got a ten dollar bill
in my jeans
Because there
ain't no room
for a kosher cowboy