When I was a child
my mother said to me
You can't spend all your days alone
In the shade of a cherry tree

My brother cut the roof off a Lincoln
cause his doctor said lose some weight
And the tape of Buck Owens, my hair was blowing
as they drove from the garden state
to the lights of the golden gate

I've been missing you, so listen
id like to ask you could you drive to town?
And I've been thinking about your Lincoln
continental with the sunroof down

When the kid came down from Lennox,
Gary Allen was the talk of the town
A real high roller, a self-promoter
said the band was the best around

He said "I got a little money from performing;
I bought a new suit and hat."
I said, "Performing what?"
you said, "Classic stuff Ricky Hayes and Virginia scat."
I said, "Who the hell is that?"

But I can play a little old time fiddle
we can start a little country band.
And I was thinking in your Lincoln
we can bum around the promise land

And the world will open up for us
at least that's what I hope it does

Probation officer john Collins
was a paranoid psychopath
He had to paint the fence by the roller rink
for the committee of industrial trash

You can't find the business end of a rifle
You're the devil from an Irish saint
I said I got no cares in those affairs
what I was, what I am, or ain't
I got a lot of fence to paint

I got no loving all because
I'm kinda infamous crossing lines
You got me thinking, even Lincoln
must have felt a little lost sometimes

And the world will open up for us
at least that's what I hope it does