Sissyneck - Beck

Written by：Dick Hyman

I don't need no wheels

I don't need no gasoline

Cause the wind that is blowing

Is blowing like a smoke machine

If I said to you

That I was looking for a place to get to

Cause my neck is broken

And my pants ain't getting no bigger

I got a stolen wife

And a rhinestone life

And some good ol' boys

I'm writing my will

On a three dollar bill

In the evening time

All my friends

Tell me something is getting together

I got a beard that would disappear

If I'm dressed in leather

Now let me tell you about my baby

She was born in Arizona

Sitting in the jail house

Trying to learn some good manners

I got a stolen wife

And a rhinestone life

And some good ol' boys

I'm writing my will

On a three dollar bill

In the evening time

Matchsticks strike

When I'm riding my bike to the depot

Cause everybody knows my name

At the recreation center

If I could only find a nickel

I would pay myself off tonight

Cause nobody knows

When he good times have passed out cold

I got a stolen wife

And a rhinestone life

And some good ol' boys

I'm writing my will

On a three dollar bill

In the evening time

I got a stolen wife

And a rhinestone life

And some good ol' boys

I'm writing my will

On a three dollar bill

In the evening time

Don't talk to me

If you're looking for somebody to cry on

Don't talk to me

If you're looking for somebody to cry on