Feeling Mortal lyrics

I built my own chains in the land of the free
A slave to a job that meant nothing to me
With three shiny new cars and a split level home
To furnish the tomb I was dying to own
Then one day I wakened with fear in my eye
Aware of a world that was passing me by
And I knew that my savings of silver and gold
Would mean not a thing when my body was cold

I got a friend named Ramblin' Jack
He's got a face like a tumbled down shack
That's been lived in too long to be torn down
He's high on life and low on luck
And big on driving diesel trucks
And knows the boys that built them by the sound
Most of his lifetime he's been wasted
On the wine of life he's tasted
And I guess the rest, Lord, he was stoned