Down The Dustpipe - Status Quo

Heading down the back turnpike, signposts are pointing west

Fell into the lonely dustpipe, hope my pick-up can stand the test

But I’m doing all right now

Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na

Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans

Because there ain’t no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New Orleans

But I’m doing all right now

Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na

Guess I didn’t make it in the city, but that’s just the way that it goes

'Cos there’s a lotta lunatics, crazy ghostmen, baby, don’t like the shape of my

nose

But I’m doing all right now

Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na

Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans

Because there ain’t no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New Orleans

But I’m doing all right now

Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na

Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans

Because there ain’t no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New Orleans

But I’m doing all right now.