I been eyeing up a coalmine baby
I been eyeing up a Peterbilt truck and
I been listening to the radio sometimes
And it's making my backbone wilt
I been dreaming of the mighty, mighty Red
And the thatched roof hut that I'd put on it and
You gotta figure there's a local 'round the bend
With a shattered red barstool and my name's on it
Has the record stopped spinning?
Has the other boot dropped?
Is my punk flame burning out?
I keep my eye upon the Bluejay flying
From your collar to your hipbone baby
I don't expect it to be on you always
But surprise me with it one day maybe
The way you did when I came in from the cold
And nothing on you but a devil-wide grin and
I don't imagine I could tire of the act but/echo
What a lonely, lonely road it's been
CHORUS:
Has the record stopped spinning?
Has the other boot dropped?
Is my punk flame burning out?
And has the band moved on
And left me on the farm?
Is my rock '' roll nerve all spent
Just a flaming heart on an old man's arm
CHORUS
I been eyeing up a coalmine baby
I been eyeing up a Peterbilt truck and
I been listening to the radio sometimes...