Sandwiches for the Road

All packed to go, baloney and mayonnaise sandwiches for the road Lay them out across the dash in the August sun And if they turn green don't be afraid Nothing can hurt you but yourself Nothing can hurt you but yourself I been given to visions from time to time (Mighty fields of vision) And the voice in my brain can be a little unkind sometimes Go ahead, point it at me, I ain't scared Nothing can hurt you but yourself Nothing can hurt you but yourself And if you see me on the street and if I whop you on the head You probably got it coming And if you hit me back, we'll call it even, but I ain't going down easy Cuz my mama loves me and I got friends in Decatur, Alabama So drink another drink and smoke another cigarette Something's gonna get us yet Cuz I got ashes in my throat and I ain't got no vote It's just the way I stand myself Nothing can hurt you but yourself Nothing can hurt you but yourself Music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, and Neff)