Chorus They call me the Crazy Lemon I'm crazy...wild...free, for a while I can't help what they think I was born that way. I'll be a little crazy till my dyin' day. Just a man on the run they call the Crazy Lemon.
It's true that I stole a Budweiser truck. I changed my mind, but the truck got stuck In a muddy ditch so I hitched it back again The second car that passed had a cherry on top. Just my luck it was first to stop. They said with a grin, looky here it's the Crazy Lemon.
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Yeah, I admit that I run a little illegal cargo From the border and the coast, north to Fargo. I was busted with a truck load of Juarez violins. Seems everything that I tried to sell Just bought me a room in some Iron Hotel. Things were looking grim for the Crazy Lemon.
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It's true that I jumped a little bit of bail From a handful of city and county jails. Seeking out a spiritual hideout with a friend of mine. Is easy to hide from a 6 ft. cell. No use tryin' to hide yourself. So play another hymn for the Crazy Lemon.