I-35

Some folks help me out, and some folks just walk on

And some folks believe they're top of the game when they don't know half of it all

Some people would rather spit on me than slip me a dollar or two

When I die, lay me under I-35, it's what I call home anyways

Couldn't rest next to some old rich folk when I die, remember I-35

These people would rather let me than slip me a dollar or two

These people would rather spit on me than slip me a dollar or two

And there's holes in my shoes and I'm fresh out of booze and I can't get out of sunlight

So when I die, leave me under I-35, it's what I call home anyways

Couldn't rest next to some old rich folk when I die, remember I-35