Lonesome for the country I need to get out of town
With this city in for a penny in for a pound
I want to get back to my roots
I want to fill my boots with some hallowed country sound
A skateboard flies by
Clack-clack on every sidewalk crack
Same rhythm same rhyme as that
Lonesome long snake rolling down the line
Moving up the steel to a muddy sky
A pedal steel wails as a cop goes by
Chev Malibu sails through a red light
On every corner you have to look left
You have to look right
Can't go looking up the steel to a muddy sky
This city she has her shades of blue
A man on the corner with a National
Two hands pounding out a Delta groove
Head tilts back sings you got to move you got to move
Moving up the steel to a muddy sky