Roy Buchanan

I was goin' across Oklahoma
And I thought I'd fall in love
Met up with a girl named Thelma
Took three months to get (unintelligible)
Made up my mind, I was gonna get myself together
I was gonna straighten up
Maybe some friends out in Colorado
'Til they found out I sold dope, and they locked me up
You just name it, and I done it
By myself or with a crowd
I didn't care just what it cost me
I feel lucky that I'm still around
Ain't gonna pull no hard-luck stories