i'm not ready to be labeled obsolete

what did you do?

i walked a mile without your shoe

in the afternoon in the rain

and it was simply such a pain

but i really couldn't complain.

so why did i go?

and i can't say much because i don't know

i went heading around the back

crossing the nearest railroad track

growing tried before hitting the sack.

what did anyone say?

a lonesome cowboy came heading my way

strumming his folk guitar

hoping he'd get pretty far

sitting in the back seat of his convertible car.

what was he singing?

well, my nose was twitching and my ears were ringing

i stomped my feet

and met him halfway down the street

handing him a rodeo treat.

where was his best girl?

i saw a necklace and a single pearl

but heard nothing about a wife

just sad, sad words about a sorry life

and an angry sheriff and a bloody knife.

what could i find?

there was confusion on my mind

and i couldn't understand

why i didn't hold a winning hand

just going nowhere stuck in the white sand.

so, what caused the fire?

there was a low low down and a high wire

and i was feeling stuck

rummaging thru the trash expecting to better my luck

but try as i might i only found a single buck.

where was all the fun?

some day i'll be less crazy but now i'm on the run

tapping out a steady beat

looking for a good time on an easy street

hoping to separate the chaff from the wheat,

and that's no self-conceit:

i'm not ready to be labeled obsolete.