DESCRIPTION:
I was born in a red dirt kitchen, all the neighbors watched from the yard
In the Indian Hills, every house on wheels, but no one rolled away from Medecine Park

Made a left turn at 18, made another at 21
Drove through a ditch, scratched every itch, now I'm back where I started from
I'm back, right back, where I started from

Danced till the world was spinning, knocked on every back door
They all let me in, said they were my friends, but I'm tired of wakin up on the floor
I'm tired, so tired, of wakin up on the floor

I'm not trying to get rich, I'm not tryin to be a star, I'm not tryin to rule the world...
I'm just tryin' to make it outta Medicine Park

Went drinkin' with the preachers, went prayin with the thieves
Begged with the rich just to get me a fix, it's hard livin on your knees
It's hard, so hard, livin on your knees

I'm not trying to get rich, I'm not tryin to be a star, I'm not tryin to rule the world...
I'm just tryin' to make it outta Medicine Park