High Plains Drifter (Voyager)

The High Plains Drifter, and I'm the drifter ('Cause I'm a High Plains Drifter, drifter) The High Plains Drifter, and I'm the drifter ('Cause I'm a High Plains Drifter, drifter) They can't catch me they're never gonna find me ('Cause I'm a High Plains Drifter, drifter) They're never gonna know that I'm the High Plains Drifter Pulled over to the river to take a rest Pulled out a pair of pliers, pulled the bullet out of my chest Fear and loathing across the country listening to my 8 track I reached behind the seat and snatched a Kool from the pack A long distance from my girl, and I'm talking on the cellular She said that she was sorry and I said yeah, the hell you were Check my rear view mirror, check the gold tooth display Check out the odometer and I was on my way 'Cause I'm the High Plains Drifter, the best that you can get A strapped shoplifter, a pirate on cassette ('Cause I'm a High Plains Drifter, drifter) Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed Don't step to me or you're gonna get mushed ('Cause I'm a High Plains Drifter, drifter) I'm doing one hundred twenty plowing over mail boxes Radar detector to tell me where the cops is Spend another night at the Motel six It's five dollars extra get the porno flicks And then I concoct a Black and Tan in my brandy snifter I'm a kleptomaniac, K-Mart shoplifter Cash flow getting low so I had to pull a job I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob I left my car outside, and the engine still revvin' Taking care of business at seven-eleven And then I went inside to make my withdrawal I saw what he had had, but I had to take it all Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me on the price So I clocked him off the turban with a bag of ice 'Cause I'm mell-el-o like jell-el-o, cool like lemonade I made my getaway and then I thought that I had it made I feel like Steve McQueen, a former movie star Look in my rearview mirror seen a police car Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap I couldn't help to notice I was caught in a speed trap Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry, on the run from Dirty Harry Stash the cash in the dash, but my gun I did carry I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night I got my alibi straight and I pulled over to the right The cop knocked on my window, said boy, where's the fire? You've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire Outta the car longhair, your goose is cooked Read me my rights, fingerprinted, and booked Makin' like a D.T. driving a Gran Fury Wherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry ('Cause I'm a High Plains Drifter, drifter) Every dog will have its day, mine will be in front of a jury I'm the High Plains Drifter you know that I'm never in a hurry ('Cause I'm a High Plains Drifter, drifter) Read me my rights, as if I didn't know this Threw me in the tank with a drunk called Otis With his five o' clock shadow, he smelled of three day old beer My man turned to me and said why are you here I said I'm charming, I'm dashing, I'm rental car bashing I'm phony paper passing at Nix Check Cashing I went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of D He said you behave son or we'll throw away the key Houdini'd out the cuffs, I kicked the screw in the knee I took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to OTB I had a good feeling, easy come, easy go I bet on one horse to win and another to show And sure enough that nag came in Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win And then I broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger Hot wired, hot wheeled, and Suzy is a headbanger