Drivin' to the Poorhouse In a Limousine - Joe Ely

Drivin' to the Poorhouse in a Limosine

Livin' on soda-pop and nicotine

Brushin' off the glitter from a 2nd-Hand suit

Lookin' for a Marks-A-Lot to polish my boots

That’s the life I live in a rock and roll band

Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can

Sleepin' in the back-seat at the Shopping Mall

Parkin' at the pay phone waitin for a call

If it wasn’t for 'collect' and 'I.O.U.'

I’d be up to my neck in 'Overdue'

Me and my baby rollin' hand in hand

Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can

Diggin' through the bottles and magazines

Hope I got some money for some gasoline

Government agents nippin at my heels

I’m a limo-length ahead of a jailhouse meal

Me and my baby rollin' hand in hand

Drivin' to the Poo house just as fast as I can

Feelin' like a sailor in a submarine

Feedin' quarters to the car-wash keepin' her clean

Dropped my last dime thru the cracks in the floor

Hope the promotor don’t take the back door

Me and my baby rollin' hand in hand

Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can

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Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can

Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can

Fat-assed businessmen suckin my blood

Slingin my name like it was mud

If I go to hell in a Caddilac

Give 'em my money and I won’t look back

I ain’t gonna be treated this a way

I ain’t gonna be tzeated this a way

I ain’t gonna be treated this a way

I ain’t gonna be treated this a way