Well, I've got a carved arm and a black toothnCrippled boot and a broken heartnStuck out here in SmileynOh God, I'm so alonenI will roam hobonCome crooked down the roadnnI got an idiot eye and Indian hipsnConhouse lips and a wino's smilenStuck out here in YoungstownnKilling myself slownSo I'll hitch a rattletrap boatnCome crooked down the roadnnI got a jacket of smoke and a charcoal lungnDumb tongue and I'm down-at-the-heels, JoenStuck in Stony MountainnDon't know which way to gonSo I'll take the first morning coachnCome crooked down the road