text: Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue
  Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town
  Took the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks
  And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
  Hes a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave
  But the cops would never think to look in Burma-Shave
  And the road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bone
  He didnt seem to be like any guy shed ever known
  He kind of looked like Farley Granger with his hair slicked back
  She says Im a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat
  How far are you going?
  Said Depends on what you mean
  He says Im only stopping here to get some gasoline
  I guess Im going thataway just as long as its paved
  And I guess youd say Im on my way to Burma Shave
  And with her knees up on the glove compartment
  She took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like root beer
  And she popped her gum and arched her back
  Hell Marysville aint nothing but a wide spot in the road
  Some nights my heart pounds like thunder
  Dont know why it dont explode
  Cause everyone in this stinking towns got one foot in the grave
  And Id rather take my chances out in Burma Shave
  Presleys what I go by why dont you change the stations
  Count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror
  She said mister anywhere you point this thing
  It got to beat the hell out of the sting
  Of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin
  And so drill me a hole with a barber pole
  And Im jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight
  Why dont you have another swig and pass that car if youre so brave
  I wanna get there before the sun comes up in Burma Shave
  And the spider web crack and the mustang screamed
  The smoke from the tires and the twisted machine
  Just a nickels worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved
  Lie swindled from them on the way to Burma Shave
  And the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow
  Up against the car door on the shotgun side
  And when they pulled her from the wreck
  You know she still had on her shades
  They say that dreams are growing wild
  Just this side
  Of Burma Shave