Passenger number 24,
I got a bag of cocaine, cut my hair short
We're gonna fill it up with diesel and American scum
Left a girl in Amarillo 'bout as sweet as rum
A girl in Amarillo
'Bout as sweet as rum

I've a Christian name and a cross in ink
But God don't like it when a poor man think
So I'm a boot camp warrior, United States vet
Got a girl in Orange County, she don't know it yet
A girl in Orange County
Don't know it yet

Well it's four AM and I'm still a hound
We dropped a mean talkin' Yankee off in the last town
If I were in Kentucky I'd be shooting raccoons
Stoned as the driver chasing the moon
Hopped up driver
Chasing the moon

Buying smokes for kids and I pocket the change
Grab a deli stick, a barely legal Home on the Range
Jump on the bus as he's gunnin' the wheel
Dust in my tracks, pedal to steel
Dust in my tracks
Pedal to steel
Whoo!

Passenger number 24,
I got a bag of cocaine, cut my hair short
We're gonna fill it up with diesel and American scum
Left a girl in Amarillo, sweet as rum
A girl in Amarillo
'Bout as sweet...
(one, two; a one, two, three)
...as rum


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