From the recording Motel Americana

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Lyrics

It's 8 in the morning, the phone is ringing
someone must need a ride
it's my goddamn brother, I can tell by the ring
I just want to hide.

but the phone won't quit, so here I sit
bailing him out for the last time
the man in blue nods his head and says
"Can you pay his fine?"

I said "Man, where you going?"
Billy said "I don't know.
but these people round here are
all fucking crazy and one of us has to go."

I remember when daddy called him stupid
guess he took it to heart
It's 40 years on and he's still getting wasted
he's just playing the part.

Mom studied hard to be a nun
but she ended up a saint.
she taught me how some get more than others
and to take care of the faint

I said "Man, where you going?"
Billy said "I don't know.
but these people round here are
all fucking crazy and one of us has to go."

Now the air is cold, it cuts right through you
and it hurts to smile.
I look at my brother, he looks away
we walk for a while.

He said he don't know what he did last night
and rests his hands on his head
It's a quiet drive, Billy stares at his feet,
there's nothing needs to be said.