Smokey On Your Front Door

(album: Too Dumb For New York City, Too Ugly For L.A. - 1992)

You got a Smokey on your front door
A Smokey on your back door, too
Lord-a-mercy, Buddy, I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes
I can hear you talking, I can hear you singing the blues
You got a Smokey on your front door
A Smokey on your back door, too

You got a woman on the East Coast
One on the coast out West
One wants a baby, one wants a brand new dress
No way around it, you're gonna spend some money,I guess
With a woman on the East Coast
One on the coast out West

Diesel is up, the freight is down
I believe they're jerking you boys around
Somebody oughta tell 'em if they don't know
Little wheels turning makes a big wheel roll

You got a Smokey on your front door
A Smokey on your back door, too
Lord-a-mercy, Buddy, I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes
I can hear you talking, I can hear you singing the blues
You got a Smokey on your front door
A Smokey on your back door, too