Between the sloe gin fizz and fast women I'm stuck in a place my Mama's King James calls sinning But it feels so good where I'm sitting I've shown up every night like the night before Watched the pretty women filing through the door I mix a drink, I tune

For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses And lay you down Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture

I'm sitting over here on Parchman farm. I'm sitting over here on Parchman farm, Ain't never done no man no harm. Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack. Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack, A twelve-gauge shotgun at my back.

Well, your railroad gate You know I just can’t jump it Sometimes it gets so hard, you see I’m just sitting here beating on my trumpet With all these promises you left for me But where are you tonight, sweet Marie? Well, I waited for you when I was half

The last bird flew the coup I lose the roof I'm not bullet proof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast It ain't got to last Now I can't slow it down Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down Because I'm

I'm getting out of love. Sitting here, waiting for, Someone calling at my door, What's the use of changing things, Wonder what tomorrow brings, My Shangri-la has gone away,

I'd be alright I'd be just fine 'Cause your love is larger than life Baby, if I'd die in your arms tonight Uh-uh-uh-uhh Back here, let's make up lost times All of these times I'd die in your arms tonight I've been sittin' here

The bartender said ya'll keep it down The party was goin' strong By the palm trees down at the tiki bar Right there in the Holidome We'd been sittin' there since happy hour Had the day off in Omaha And all those girls came in and they wanted to swim And

And be the girl bartenders hate The one that doesn't need another one When the Romeos and Juliets Have bummed all of my cigarettes The last kiss in the parking lot is done I'll be sitting here alone When the ugly lights come on I don't remember when the

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know