Crazy Lemon - Joe Ely

They call me the Crazy Lemon

I’m crazy… wild…free, for a while

I can’t help what they think

I was born that way

I’ll be a little crazy till my dyin' day

Just a man on the run they call the Crazy Lemon

It’s true that I stole a Budweiser truck

I changed my mind, but the truck got stuck

In a muddy ditch so I hitched it back again

The second car that passed had a cherry on top

Just my luck it was first to stop

They said with a grin, looky here it’s the Crazy Lemon

Yeah, I admit that I run a little illegal cargo

From the border and the coast, north to Fargo

I was busted with a truck load of Juarez violins

Seems everything that I tried to sell

Just bought me a room in some Iron Hotel

Things were looking grim for the Crazy Lemon

It’s true that I jumped a little bit of bail

From a handful of city and county jails

Seeking out a spiritual hideout with a friend of mine

Is easy to hide from a 6 ft. cell

No use tryin' to hide yourself

So play another hymn for the Crazy Lemon