| Won’t you scratch my itch sweet annie rich | 
| And welcome me back to town | 
| Come out on your porch or i’ll step into your parlor | 
| And i’ll show you how it all went down | 
| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | 
| And a good saloon in every single town | 
| Oh, and i remember something you once told me | 
| And i’ll be damned if it did not come true | 
| Twenty thousand roads i went down, down, down | 
| And they all lead me straight back home to you | 
| `cause i headed west to grow up with the country | 
| Across those prairies with the waves of grain | 
| And i saw my devil | 
| And i saw my deep blue sea | 
| And i thought about a calico bonnet from | 
| Cheyenne to tennessee | 
| We flew straight across that river bridge | 
| Last night a half past two | 
| The switchman wave his lantern goodbye | 
| And so long as we went rolling through | 
| Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel | 
| And now i know just what i have to do | 
| And the man on the radio won’t leave me alone | 
| He wants to take my money for something | 
| That i’ve never been shown | 
| And i saw my devil | 
| And i saw my deep blue sea | 
| And i thought about a calico bonnet from | 
| Cheyenne to tennessee | 
| The news i could bring i met up with the king | 
| On his head an amphetamine crown | 
| He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt | 
| And lighted out for some desert town | 
| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels | 
| And a good saloon in every single town | 
| Oh, but i remembered something you once told me | 
| And i’ll be damned if it did not come true | 
| Twenty thousand roads i went down, down, down | 
| And they all lead me straight back home to you | 
| Twenty thousand roads i went down, down, down | 
| And they all lead me straight back home to you |