text: Well the dawn cracked hard just like a bull whip
  Cause it wasnt takin no lip from the night before
  And it shook out the street, the stew bums showed up
  Like bounced checks, rubbin their necks
  And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
  And the parking lots growled
  My old sports coat full of promissory notes
  And a receipt from a late night motel
  The hawk had his whole family out
  There in the wind, and hes got a message
  For you to beware cause he be kickin your
  Ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
  Dishin out more than a good man can bear
  I got shoes untied, shirt tails out, aint got a
  Ghost of a chance with this old romance
  Just an apartment for rent down the block
  Ivar Theater with live burlesque
  Man the managers scowlin, feet on his desk
  Boom boom against the curtain
  Youre still hurtin
  And then push came to shove, shove came to biff
  Girls like that just lay you out stiff
  Maybe Ill go to Cleveland or
  Get me a tattoo or somethin, my brother
  In law lives there
  And its a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue
  Was that a Malibu
  Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift
  Coming on to the broads with the
  Same ol riff. Hey baby why dont you come up to
  My place, well listen to some
  Smooth music on the stereo, no thank you, she said
  Got any Stan Getz records?
  No, man, I got Smothers Brothers
  So I combed back my Detroit
  Jacked up my pegs, wiped my Stacy Adams
  Jacknifed my legs, yea I got designs
  On a moving violation
  Yeah baby, you put me on hold and Im
  Out in the wind and its getting
  Mighty cold...
  Colder than a gut shot bitch wolf dog
  With 9 sucking pups pullin a 4 trap
  Up a hill in the dead of winter
  In the middle of a snowstorm
  With a mouth full of porcupine quills
  Yea well I dont need you baby
  Its a well known fact
  Im 4 sheets to the wind
  Im glad youre gone
  Im glad youre gone
  Im finally alone
  Glad youre gone, but I
  Wish youd come home
  And I struggled out of bed
  Cause the dawn was crackin hard just like a bullwhip
  And it wasnt takin no lip from the night before
  As it shook out the streets the stew bums
  Showed up just like bounced checks
  Rubbin their necks, and the sky turned the
  Color of Pepto-Bismol
  And my old sports coat full of promissory notes
  And the hawk had his whole family out there
  In the wind, he got a message for you to beware
  Kickin your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
  He be dishin out more than a good man can bear
  Well lets take it to Bakersfield
  Get a little apartment somewhere