Lyrics

Mama come and whisk me away
bring me to a greener place
in this town I can’t show my face without being judged
I came here in a better time
following the northbound signs
a pioneer just driving lines on the freeway

now it’s cold outside and there might be rain
gonna buy my ticket on an aer·o·plane
when the wind starts blowing
on the weathervane I’m exiled
now it’s cold outside and there might be rain
Gonna state my business Gonna stake my claim
when the wind starts blowing
on the weathervane I’m exiled

Thank you darling for the ride
there’s a town on the Canadian side
they say it’s pretty easy to hide if you keep a low profile
I’ll rent a half acre of land
and open up a coffee stand
my boy will grow into a man here in exile

now it’s cold outside and there might be rain
gonna buy my ticket on an aer·o·plane
when the wind starts blowing
on the weathervane I’m exiled
now it’s cold outside and there might be rain
Gonna state my business Gonna stake my claim
&I’m sick and fucking tired of the USA I’m exiled