Too Lazy To Work, Too Nervous To Steal

Well I met you in the middle of a bar room fight
In a cheap hotel on the Missouri side
I had you out in my car in the parking lot

Early next morning we were driving east
Headed for the big city where I felt at least
We could enjoy the weather as long as we didn't talk

But I spoiled it by speaking my swirly head
And you rolled them eyes turned to me and said

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There's only one thing you got wrong with you
It ain't the whole world looking at you
Why don't you find yourself a life that's real
Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal

Well we got to the city and you got a job
Delivering the L.L.Bean catalogue
I was bored and restless, didn't know where to go

Late one evening after I got up
My guitar and I found our way into a club
I saw the queen of diamonds work that big dance floor

Well she looked at me but I couldn't go
That familiar face said, do you want to know

There's only one thing you got wrong with you
It ain't the whole world looking at you
Why don't you find yourself a life that's real
Too lazy to work, but too nervous to steal

You gave me 24 hours to pack up my bags and glide
No one's got respect for a man going over the side

Well you went back to the station to make sure I was gone
That bus was on time you didn't have to wait long
I saw the bright lights of Nashville disappear behind me

Well that Greyhound was cool under the summer heat
I could still see your face from my window seat
I was so happy to see your crooked smile of relief

But after miles and miles of that highway has droned
I hear the last thing you said when we were all alone

There's only one thing you got wrong with you
It ain't the whole world looking at you
Why don't you find yourself a life that's real
Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal

Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal
Yo-do-lay-dee-hee