From the recording Stray Dogs

Lyrics

I got a pumpernickel pillow and a bed made of beer cans
Chewing on mosquitos and jerky like a madman
Thinking of you hoping that you’ll call me tomorrow

It’s been cloudy and cold but it hasn’t really rained
I’m dreaming you’re beside me singing all the same
Out in the boonies fishin’ and wishin’ with me

Trying to find a cure for me lonesome condition
Out here on my own tonight just fishin’ and wishin’

I got fuel in lines nothing in the tank
Feeling grateful with no one here to thank
Trying to say I love you without sounding like a fool

I got faith in my fingers doubt in my feet
I’m a contradiction walking to a hillbilly beat
Happy as a heifer and as steady as a ten year old mule

Trying to find a cure for me lonesome condition
Out here on my own tonight just fishin’ and wishin