Stoned
Well I must have been stoned when this whole started,
'Cause I just can't seem to think straight anymore.
Can't figure out where I'm at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico.
I think you're swell but I ain't gonna tell you so.
I think you're great but it's late and I'd better go.
Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg.
Well I'm flat broke, I've been smoking butts for days.
You say,
Writer/s: Rhett Miller
