He's been on the road for nearly all his life Never a moment of peace Nowhere to go, no one to turn to Doesn't anybody love to cheat? Sleeping in the cold, stealing for a living All he's ever feeled is anger and fear Maybe he'll live, maybe he'll die But it doesn't really matter anymore In and out of jail, doesn't need his freedom And doesn't seem to follow going on, yeah Maybe his stories that didn't know his mama Wonders what it's like to have a woman Doesn't want a job, not his kind of man Nine-to-five is not his kind of scene He ain't really mean, he ain't really greedy It's just this life that's given him a dirty deed