Black Leather

We don't ride the rails no more Guthrie's trail is long gone cold And everybody just wants to be Elvis With shiny pink cars and suits of gold But I never cared for black leather I feel at home in old blue jeans Give me something that can stand the weather Without busting apart the seams It ain't the music that tries to kill you It ain't the drugs that bring you down And there's something in the lies they'll try to sell you That keeps you coming back around Yeah, they'll keep you coming back around But we don't ride the rails no more Guthrie's trail is long gone cold And everybody just wants to be Elvis With shiny pink cars and suits of gold This life we lead ain't much of a living We haunt the highways like a ghost We play the hands that we've been given But we know freedom more than most Yeah, maybe we know freedom more than most But we don't ride the rails no more Guthrie's trail is long gone cold And everybody just wants to be Elvis With shiny pink cars and suits of gold