Riding and a Pickin

[Verse 1] Boots on the dash, hat pulled low, Chewin’ on jerky from Texaco. Ain’t got plans, just a tank half full, And a finger flyin’ like a rodeo bull. [Chorus] I’m just a ridin’ down the rode and a pickin’ my nose, Nobody sees, nobody knows what I do, what I do. I’m just a ridin’ down the rode and a pickin’ my nose, Feelin’ free from my head to my toes—what I do, what I do. [Verse 2] Passed a tractor and a dog named Clyde, He barked once, then gave me a side-eye. Folks in town say I’m off my track, But I wave with pride and never look back. [Chorus] I’m just a ridin’ down the rode and a pickin’ my nose, Nobody sees, nobody knows what I do, what I do. I’m just a ridin’ down the rode and a pickin’ my nose, Feelin’ free from my head to my toes—what I do, what I do. [Verse 3] Stopped at the diner, ordered pie and beans, Left an odor too strong for fabreeze. Waitress winked, said “Come back and see us soon,” I said, “Darlin’, I’ll be back after I finish playing this butt toon.” [Final Chorus] I’m just a ridin’ down the rode and a pickin’ my nose Nobody sees, nobody knows what I do, what I do. I’m just a ridin’ down the rode and a pickin’ my nose, Feelin’ free from my head to my toes—what I do, what I do.