Intro: I work as a hand in San Saba Fences and windmills to mend I been out on a crew, eating tumbleweed stew Three weeks in the rain and the wind I got mud on my boots and blood on my money And I'm looking to head into town But as soon as my truck rounds the corner That old deputy is a-staring me down Where can a good man go crazy? Where can a cowboy get stoned? If I get a wild hair, to go off on a tear I'm liable to end up alone Nobody wants to run with me now But I'm restless down to the bone Where can a good man go crazy Where can a cowboy get stoned? Bridge: Old man, are you listening? 'Cause I'm down here asking you I know you made me this way So what do you expect me to do? Instrumental: