I'm a worried man,
I got a worried mind,
Two shaky hands, two beady eyes.
I see my baby, she been gone so long,
I'm gonna keep on worrying,
Until my baby comes home.
See me smoking like a freight train,
They see me sweating like a hog.
In the minute getting mean, mean, meaner
than a junkyard dog.
It's just one thought, I can't hardly stand;
And that's the vision of my baby,
Holding another man.
Somebody said they saw her shakin',
Down in New Orleans;
Doing a little boogie-woogie,
Like some Cajun Queen.
She can run, but she cannot hide;
I'm gonna find my baby,
I'm gonna make things right.
'Cause I'm a worried man,
I got a worried mind,
Two shaky hands, two beady eyes.
I see my baby, she been gone so long,
I'm gonna keep on worrying.
Until my baby comes home.
I'm gonna buy me a shotgun,
I'm gonna buy me some shells;
I'm gonna fill each one,
With salt and nails.
And when I find my baby,
I'm gonna aim real low;
I'm gonna shoot out her ankles;
She won't be dancing no more.
I'm a worried man,
I got a worried mind,
Two shaky hands, two beady eyes.
And when I find my baby,
I'm gonna aim real low;
I'm gonna shoot out her ankles;
She won't be dancing no more.
I'm gonna shoot out her ankles;
She won't be dancing no more.