I was driving up from Tampa
When the radiator burst
I was three sheets to the wind
A civilian saw me first
Yes, and then there was the cop
And then the children standing on the corner
Your love is like a cyclone in a swamp
And the weather's getting warmer

I was getting out of jail
Heading to the Greyhound
You said you'd hop on one yourself
And meet me on the way down
I was shaking way too, way too hard to think
Dead on my feet about to drop
I went and got the case of vodka from the truck
And walked the two miles to the bus stop

Got off the bus half drunk again
The driver glared at me
I met up with you in Inglis
Thumbed a ride to Cedar Key
When we never make it back to California
I want you to know I love you
But my love is like a dark cloud full of rain
That's always right there up above you