now this new jack can sit in the old room going for broke
wrangling wild horses with my toes in the rope
holding a smoke, i lay back and enjoy the drag
i may be broke, praise the fact that i employ the flag
burners on freights make it hard to watch the road sometimes
looking for a place to stay in barbershops with open signs
soaked in wine, booze smoke and wisdom
now I'm the right mood to hold the rhythm
or hold some wholesome women
pick up the old six string and write a song for Folsom Prison
but i never shot a man and i never been to Reno
guess i'm better off a man with plans of heading toward Toledo
i guess i'm better off that man alone

2005 still kicking like old habits
still sticking with no address and mattress
half this life spent in these skate shoes
i've spent walking to the beat of a break through
i shake a few hands, hug a few strangers
make a new fan and cut a rug and loop later
new rater of the lost breaks and base lines
trying to discover some peace on the freight lines
8 or 9 hollows and i'm feeling like a 50 spot
channeling my lady luck to see what that gypsy's got
shes looking up today smiling at the thunderstorm
playing her tiny violin to keep my hunger warm
so while a hundred horns blow for the wrong reasons
i write my song singing so long to all the heathens
greetings to the good riddance
its time for your bad come back
so come back

Lyrics submitted by TheSnowMiser

...Good For Once song meanings
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