Andrew Combs - Worried Man lyrics

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.