"Bottom Of The World" lyrics

My daddy told me, lookin' back
The best friend you'll have is a railroad track
So when I was thirteen I said, "I'm rollin' my own
And I'm leavin' Missouri and I'm never comin' home"

And I'm lost
And I'm lost
And I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world

Satchel Puddin' and Lord God Mose
Sittin' by the fire with a busted nose
That fresh egg yeller is too damn rare
But the white part's perfect for slicking down your hair

And I'm lost
And I'm lost
And I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world

Blackjack Ruby and Nimrod Cain
The moon's the color of a coffee stain
Jesse Frank and Birdy Jo Hoaks
But who is the king of all of these folks?

And I'm lost
And I'm lost
And I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world

Well, I dined last night with Scarface Ron
On tilapia fish cakes and fried black swan
Razor weed onion and peacock squirrel
And I dreamed all night about a beautiful girl

And I'm lost
And I'm lost
And I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world

Well, God's green hair is where I slept last
He balanced a diamond on a blade of grass
Now I woke me up with a cardinal bird
And when I wanna talk, he hangs on every word

And I'm lost
And I'm lost
And I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar
I'm lost at the bottom of the world