Pack a pack of Camels in my pocket when I go
I go real slow
Pray for a tailwind to push me along
singing my songs
I go real slow x3
Got the devil’s emblem tattooed on my arm
doing no harm
Chew a stick of Blackjack, smile at the wind
just me and my friends
I go real slow x3
Got a slick sense of savvy, got a pair of shades
and I’ve got rhythm
Gabriel’s trumpet is blowing in my ear
and I’m determined
I go real slow x 3
When it comes my time, I won’t feed you lines
I’ll just go real slow
Pack a pack of Camels in my pocket when I go
I go real slow
I go real slow x3