Halfway To Hardinsburg - Halfway To Hardinsburg lyrics

You got some things to say But you never like to speak So you grab a pen and you head out for the table You scotch taped a note down Of words that you wrote down Resembling an old English fable And you were half way to Hardinsburg And you were half way to hell When you heard the sound of the organ's bitter swell You're modeling the fashions while you're counting up your rations Well, girl you've got plans of your own You're cursing the ma**es while you're looking through your gla**es Well, girl you ain't never going back home And you were half way to Hardinsburg And you were half way to hell When you heard the sound of the organ's bitter swell Mr. Moses, your front porch light's on I've come here for your daughter and I can see that she's gone You said she took a ring of mine to pawn If I hurry I could catch her out on Broadway to dawn And you were half way to Hardinsburg And you were half way to hell When you heard the sound of the organ's bitter swell