You know I ain't crazy 'bout nothing, but money, women, and blues
You know my starter won't start this morning
You know my motor won't even turn
My starter won't start this morning
My motor won't even turn
I'm running with a fast cla** of women
Caused my little car to ruin
Hold up your head
Hold up your head, baby
Darling you've got your chin where mine is suppose to be
Hold up your head, baby
Hold up your head, baby
You've got your chin where mine is suppose to be
You've got your chin where mine is suppose to be
I just wanna lay my head up in your bosom
Lord, that would be such a good rest for me
I ain't gonna cry over you no more baby oh no
Come on come on
You know it's one kind of favor I'd ask of you
You know it's one kind of favor I'm gonna ask of you
One kind, one kind of favor
You know it's one kind of favor I would ask of you
Keep my grave stone clean when I'm gone
Always remember my little darling when I'm dead, I'm gone
Always remember my little darling when I'm dead, I'm gone
I don't, I don't, I don't have to worry
I know soon you'll be coming on [Aw yes my baby?]
I've gotta play
Have mercy
On me
Troubled mind, I'm blue, but I won't be blue always
I know that sun is gonna shine in my back door one of these days
I'm gonna lay my head on some lonesome railroad line
I'm gonna let one of them big 1800s pacify this worried mind
My string done slipped off the bridge