Woorden: Drive By Truckers. Sandwiches For The Road.

All packed to go, baloney and mayonnaise sandwiches for the road
Lay them out across the dash in the August sun

And if they turn green don't be afraid
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
Nothing can hurt you but yourself

I been given to visions from time to time
Voice in my head can be a little unkind sometimes

Go ahead, point it at me, I ain't scared
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
Nothing can hurt you but yourself

And if I see me on the street and if I whop you on the head
You probably got it coming and if you hit me back
We'll call it even, but I ain't going down easy
'Cause my mama loves me and I got friends in Decatur, Alabama

So drink another drink and smoke another cigarette
Somethings gonna get us yet
'Cause I got ashes in my throat and I ain't got no vote
It's just the way I stand myself

Nothing can hurt you but yourself
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
Nothing can hurt you but yourself