Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

I met a camel his name was Joe

 He asked for a cigarette knowing full well that I roll my own

 I said "I like drum but I can't get it no more"

 Joe said "You don't have to tell me about the politics I know the score"

 Joe said "I used to be somebody then they took it away

 They said I was a killer but I swear I was framed"

And Joe said "By the way how bout that smoke?

I've been sucking on everybody else's old butts and I'm ready to choke"

Chorus

The tobacco is low and the filters are gone

And the papers are Wrigley's Spearmint wrappers straight from the floor

 I don't need no one nobody needs me

I'm a musician and I work for free

 I don't have a diploma I don't have a degree

 But I got some Bugler and a rolling machine

Verse 2

I tipped my hat to Joe and Joe tipped his ash

And as he walked away I saw RJ branded right on his ass

I hang out at the bus stops and the all night diners

And the winding railroad tracks arguing with interior designers

'Cause that's what real men do that's where real men go

Especially when real men are running low on tobacco

Verse 3

I drink malt liquor and I eat toasted cheese

I float on the credit cards that introduce me to an introductory tease

But I'm going out on the road 'cause the road is where you go

The road's where you go when you need something that rhymes with freeload

I don't have any reasons I'm running short on my rhymes

But it doesn't matter the world is gonna end New Years Eve 1999