One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Coyotes on my left and wolves on my right. Sun keeps shining in the middle of the night. Urban feels suburban, main street ain't main, yeah. And times like these make me feel strange. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. A Lincoln came and a Jefferson went. Honey on a Maytag and the thing won't spin. Couple hundred dollars feels more like change, yeah. And times like these make me feel strange. Have it smoked, buy a round. Get on a jetliner, go anywhere bound, pick a string. Sing a blues, dance a hose in your shoes. Do anything to keep you sane. Cause times like these make me feel strange. Times like these make me feel strange. Country don't twang, rock and roll ain't loud. Every elevator only ever goes down. Everybody's looking for a little cheap fame, yeah. And times like these make me feel strange. Have it smoked, buy a round. Get on a jetliner, go anywhere bound, pick a string. Sing a blues, dance a hose in your shoes. Do anything to keep you sane. Cause times like these make me feel strange. Times like these make me feel strange. Have it smoked, buy a round. Get on a jetliner, go anywhere bound, pick a string. Sing a blues, dance a hose in your shoes. Do anything to keep you sane. If Monday didn't bring you a grin, that's alright. Pour you up a little something cause tomorrow might. Play your guitar as you're rolling away. Singing times like these make me feel strange. Times like these make me feel strange. Ain't it strange? Ain't it strange?