Bully's Steakhouse

Well, I left my job down at Bully's and with old woodworker,Lou
Found my home with an angel,baby, now my home's in these dirty boots
Walked for miles down the railroad track, I got blood stains on my shirt
Drunk as hell in Tijuana barrios, Me and Brother Lane diggin' in the dirt

Well I'm goin' south bound on an old Greyhound, I got Georgia on my mind
Gonna save a little money to spend on my honey and then walk on down the line
Well, I love Hotlanta and dream of Tennessee, I love all the people that care for me
I'm proud to have traded that cocaine for tea,proud to have traded that cocaine for tea