subterranean homesick blues

there ain't nowhere to run to
there ain't nowhere to hide
she got me wrapped round her finger
oh so very tight

i got you
you got me to blame

i got you
you got me what a shame (who's to blame)

she's down at the drugstore
talking real sweet
she't trying to pick up somethin
to knock me off my feet

i got you
you got me to blame

i got you
you got me what a shame (who's to blame)

i found a gun under her pillow
it was loaded
when i asked her about it
she was more loaded than it

took my baby to the hospital
to see a friend of hers
that girl didn't look too well
when we left they pulled up the hearse

i got you
you got me
nothin get held back

i got you
you got me
forget where we lack

down at the carnival
the ring master said his piece
to all the crowd
"look at all these freaks."

well they turned and they stared
they were staring straight at me
i brought out a mirror and said,
"look and see what i see."

then they started looking kinda crazy
headin down the line
thirsty for some blood
knew it wasn't yours but mine

that's when i knew
it was all mixed up in the wash
i had made a simple mistake
but heavy was the cost

seems like times like these is trouble
and trouble seems to be my name
once i was a champion runner
but now i been struck lame

no baby these legs don't work like they used to
but my mouth picked up the game
whatever way you look at it
it all turns out the same

i got you
you got me to blame

i got you
you got me what a shame (who's to blame)

written at work today -- complete random thought process / song

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