text: Well, a great black river
  A man had found
  So he put all his money
  In a hole in the ground
  And sent a big steel arm
  Driving down, down, down
  Man, now I live on the streets
  Of Houston town
  Packed up my wife and kids
  When winter came along
  And we headed down south
  With just spit and a song
  But they said, sorry, son
  Its gone, gone, gone
  Well, theres men hunkered down
  By the railroad tracks
  The Elkhorn special
  Blowing my hair back
  Tents pitched on the highway
  In the dirty moonlight
  And I dont know where
  Im gonna sleep tonight
  Parked in the lumberyard
  Freezing our asses off
  My kids in the backseat
  Got a graveyard cough
  Well, Im sleeping up
  In front with my wife
  Billyclub tapping on the windshield
  In the middle of the night
  Says move along, man, move along
  Well, big limousine
  Long, shiny and black
  You dont look ahead
  You dont look back
  How many times can you get up
  After youve been hit?
  Well, I swear if I could
  Spare the spit
  Id lay one on
  Your shiny chrome
  And send you
  On your way back home
  So if youre gonna leave your town
  Where the north wind blow
  To go on down
  Where that sweet soda river flow
  Well, you better think twice on it, Jack
  Youre better off buying a shotgun
  Dead off the rack
  You aint gonna find nothing down here, friend
  Except seeds blowing up the highway
  In the south wind
  Moving on
  Moving on
  Its gone, gone, all gone