Letra de Driftin

Will there be an end to all this driftin′?
Will there be an end to all my thrift store shopping
For a shirt just because I'm weird and I like old stuff?
Like this old leather bag I bought at the antique
Shop on the corner of Norman on Main Street
And three old 1915 pictures of some kid
Just ′cause he cracked me up

I don't know, I don't care, I don′t follow nobody nowhere
′Cause everybody's crazy, I′m just stuck in the middle
I don't ask, I don′t worry, I don't ever get in much of no hurry
I′m just trying to scrape up a few dimes and pay the fiddle

I ain't tasted nothing finer than a chicken fried steak
At J and M's Diner, down on Selmon Street in Eufaula
And I eat there every chance I get

Sometimes I think about Pauline
She had the best poster I ever had seen
And said sometimes I sits and thinks and sometimes
I just sits

I don′t know, I don′t care, I don't follow nobody nowhere
′Cause everybody's crazy, I′m just stuck in the middle
I don't ask, and I don′t worry, I don't ever get in much of no hurry
Just trying to scrape up a few dimes and pay the fiddle
Just trying to scrape up a few dimes and pay the fiddle