Another Hundred Years of Solutude

I got a bag all packed got a ticket for the train
Mexico to New Orleans and back again
I gotta bottle of tequila, baby
Who needs friends?
I gotta bottle of tequila, baby
Who needs friends?
I gotta 100 miles of desert
Got a head of fresh air
And I know 100 games of solitaire
I got nothing to lose and I got nothing to do
I can go anywhere with anyone I choose
I got a dog named Lucky and $100 in my shoe
Here I am on my way from here to there
And I know 100 games of solitaire
Well, I don't know where I'll end up tonight
Any place with a bar and a bathtub's all right
I got a burnin yearnin for some new sounds and smells and sights
And if I never see your face again, well, I don't care,
And I know 100 games of solitaire