Here comes Sunday morning and we're stuck in Bowling Green
Another postcard from a tired town
Everybody's hungry and we're short on gasoline
There's nothing here but empty sky for miles around
And since it gets this way I guess
I must have made an awful mess
I wish you best when all the rest goes wrong
You never said you loved me but I can read it in your eyes
You can't hide yourself, no matter how you try
I'm sick of all this wanting and I'm trying to realize
How something so good could just come and pa** you by
I can't forget the things we said
Or nail them 'neath the coffin lid
My arms are lead, my soul is ready for you
So love me just a little, baby, I'm here on my knees
My heart plays like a fiddle, baby, all you do is tease
I'm begging please, I'm begging please
I'm begging please, yeah
I know sometimes it feels just like we never can agree
I know sometimes I feel so far away
But I don't believe in nothing that don't believe in me
I don't believe you hear me when I say
That someday you'll be sad like me
Picked and tricked and had like me
And someday you'll be calling out my name
So love me just a little, baby, I'm here on my knees
My heart plays like a fiddle, baby, all you do is tease
I'm begging please, I'm begging please
I'm begging please, please, oh yeah