Lyrics

I get higher than JB riding on a Mississippi hippie.
I always smell like weed and gasoline.
All the folks at the Forrestville club they all know damn well that I like to get stoned and I sound like Eric Lindell.
I always love the good times and singing cowboy songs but I can’t hang my hat too long I got to be moving on.
I got a cracked up smile and a cowboy style and I can sure enough sing the blues.
I’m tired of carrying on I guess I better move along and climb up on the back over the heart of a horse named Jack.
When the sun sets on the bay me an old Jack are going to ride away.
I guess it’s adios for now honey I’ll see you around the way.
Flying higher than JB riding on a Mississippi hippie.
I always smell like weed and gasoline.
All the folks at the Paradise Inn they all know damn well that I like to get stoned and I look like Eric Lindell.