Heading down the back turnpike Signposts are pointing west Fell into the lonely dustpipe Hope my pick-up can stand the test But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe Na na na na nana na nana na Rolling down the dustpipe now Got a ten dollar bill in my jeans Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy In a town like New Orleans But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe Na na na na nana na nana na Guess I didn't make it in the city But that's just the way that it goes 'Cos there's a lotta lunatics Crazy ghostmen, baby, don't like the shape of my nose But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe Na na na na nana na nana na Rolling down the dustpipe now Got a ten dollar bill in my jeans Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy In a town like New Orleans But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe Na na na na nana na nana na Rolling down the dustpipe now Got a ten dollar bill in my jeans Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy In a town like New Orleans But I'm doing all right now...