Life is Suffering

Someones growiní tired, of digginí you out of what you dug in
And if you think youíre high ën dry, son I got a bulletin
First youíre skimminí across the water, then youíre sinkiní like a stone
I can see that youíre lights are on, Lord knows there ainít nobody home

You ainít got a lick oí sense
You ainít got a lick oí sense
You ainít got no...
A teenie little smidgen of a lick oí sense

Well I extend my lowly hand, to keep you from cominí up all wet
And a flood of litigation is the ungrateful thanks I get
Well you can push some people o so far, and you can hold your baby breath ëtil blue
I trained a horse to win a race and he goes and throws a shoe

You ainít got a lick oí sense
You ainít got a lick oí sense
You ainít got no...
A teenie little smidgen of a lick oí sense

Well someones growiní tired of digginí you out of what you dug in
And if you think youíre high ën dry, son I got a bulletin
I canít be your savior, cominí ëround weariní the different hats
And I shoí ainít no magician, that pulls habits out of rats

You ainít got a lick oí sense
You ainít got a lick oí sense
You ainít got no...
A teenie little smidgen of a lick oí sense

Gonna call my baby, tell her that I love her so
Gonna call my baby, tell her that I love her so
Been a long time cominí, itís for certain that she needs to know

All the other little schoolboys been kickiní in my stall
All the other little schoolboys been kickiní in my stall
If I donít say I love her soon, itís for certain I will lose it all

ëCause I love my baby
I love my baby
I love my baby, ooh I love my baby

Well her kisses make me wanna jump up in the air
Well her kisses make me wanna jump up in the air
And if you see her with another man, Iím gonna be there

Gonna call my baby, tell her that I love her so
Gonna call my baby, tell her that I love her, tell her that I love her so
Been a long time cominí, itís for certain that she needs to know

ëCause I love my baby
I love my baby
I love my baby, ooh I love my baby

MAKE ME A KEY

Itís 2:30 in the morniní, you were supposed to meet me at 12:00 a.m.
Youíre just a wee bit late, somebody ainít shootiní straight
ëCause Iím waitiní outside again
And Iím drowniní by the front door, in a bible rain your dog ën me
Itís cold outside, your house is warm and dry, honey
When you gonna make me a key?

Treat me no better than your old hound dog, yeah weíre standiní out here all wet
And I realize by your dogs sad eyes
That Iím the dumbest one heís seen yet
Iím sure heís seen ëem, men by the dozen, but Iíll be the last one he sees
Itís cold outside, your house is warm and dry, honey
When you gonna make me a key?

A key to your house where itís warm and dry
I can show you loviní like a man
A key to your heart is what Iím after baby, darliní donít you understand
I canít go on baby, liviní all by myself

When you gonna make me a key?

Itís about time you showed up, with your dry self, strolliní up 3 hours late
It may be a real good lie, or a true alibi
It could take all night but Iíd wait
ëCause itís your heart babe that Iím after, I want your beatiní red heart for me
Itís cold outside, your house is warm and dry, honey
When you gonna make me a key?

A key to your house where itís warm and dry
I can show you loviní like a man
A key to your heart is what Iím after baby, darliní donít you understand
I canít go on baby, liviní all by myself

When you gonna make me a key?

TIME IN HELL

Well the old manís thick and dreamin, whiskey makes him sloppy drunk
Well the old manís thick and dreamin, whiskey makes him sloppy drunk
Yeah and he whups my ass with a broomstick, lord it feels like an oak tree trunk

See thatís why my mindís on other things, canít concentrate on my schooliní
See thatís why my mindís on other things, canít concentrate on my schooliní
Teacher an olí drunk dog ate my homework, teacher I think you know that Iím fooliní

Well I bruised my back in the ballyard
And I cut my heels runniní through the pallmetto woods
Yeah, I bruised my back in the ballyard
And I cut my heels runniní through the pallmetto woods
Aní when itís a hard fist accross my face Iíll tell you a story
ëCaus I done found that sometimes the truth can do more harm than good

So I got a black eye for you teacher, I ainít got no apple to treat you well
I got a black eye for you teacher, I ainít got no apple to treat you well
Teacher I believes Iím goiní to heaven, cause I done done my time in hell

Shot up all my bullets, reloaded so many times
They had to shovel him up off the floor
Shot up all my bullets, reloaded so many times
They had to shovel him up off the floor
I ainít goní feel that broomstick, Lord ëcross my back no more

STRAIGHT DOWN THE RIVER

Well Iím gonna build me a raft and float down the river
Canít catch a train, canít buy my dinner
Iím selliní tickets to the poor house, come on in
Iím goiní straight down the river never come back again

Big Billís cominí with me he been workiní too hard
He stole the body of a white woman from a grave yard
And he broke from the jail serviní three to ten
Weíre goin straight down the river never come back again
Straight down the river never come back again

Well Iím goin down, down like the moon before day
The river taught me some music now Iím gonna play
Them regular jobís, they like to burn my skin
Iím goinístraight down the river never come back again
Straight down the river never come back again

The preachers daughterís on the levee, sheís waitiní for me
Nine months worth of letters can tell a whole story
No, no, no, the preacher canít be haviní illegitimate kin
Yeah weíre goiní Straight down the river
Straight down the river never come back again
Straight down the river never come back again

SQUEEZE PLAY

Your kinda love, feels like Iím rained out in the 9th babe
Left there kickiní the mud from my shoes
Iíll sacrifice the man to get the run babe
Let me put the squeeze on you

Safe! In the arms of a man and his protection
And heís primed to crack one to Waveland Avenue
Iíll stop short of nothiní ëtil Iíve rattled up your infield
Let me put the squeeze on you

Boy falls in love with the curves of a woman
Struck out in the wrong league ëless he proves heís true
So boy tells his love that heís ìalways wanted
To love somebody just like youî
You know what I want, if you canít give it up
Then maby youíve got a sister or two.....
But Iíd rather have you!

Boy falls in love with the curves of a woman
Struck out in the wrong league ëless he proves heís true
So boy tells his love that heís ìalways wanted
To love somebody just like youî
You know what I want, if you canít give it up
Then maby youíve got a sister or two.....
But Iíd rather have you!

Fieldiní the lines of a man whoís hittiní on you
Stealiní hearts is what I do
Iíll sacrifice the man to get the run babe Let me put the squeeze
Let me put the squeeze
Let me put the squeeze on you

SAVIN' MY SYMPATHY

You said hard luck and trouble find you everywhere you go
You said hard luck and trouble find you everywhere you go
If you go feediní stray dogs, theyíll wind up sleepiní at your front door

If you drink that green wine itís gonna make you really sick
Honey drinkiní that green wine gonna make you really sick
When you bring it on yourself honey, you know you bring it on thick

Iím saviní my sympathy
Saviní my sympathy
You can pout your lip honey but it donít fly, it wont fly with me

Got a black magic potion gonna get yourself a man
Got a black magic potion gonna get yourself a man
Got your hex turned around, ën your boy got up ën ran

You use that charge card every time you take a breath
You use that charge card every time you take a breath
I just canít bear to watch you nickel ën dime yourself to death

Iím saviní my sympathy
Saviní my sympathy
You can pout your lip honey but it donít fly with me

SLAP YOU BALDHEADED

Well I was nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rockiní chairs
I was jumpier than a truckload of starviní kangaroos
I done lied to my baby, and there ainít but one thing left to do

I got to fess up aní tell her thereís no hope for me Iím jusí natural sorry
Iím a rogue and a scumbag, down so low I fell off a dime
Baby Iím sorry, hate I got to tell you I crossed the line

And she said
I ought to slap you baldheaded, I ought to slap you bald
I ought to slap you baldheaded, yeah baby thats pretty mean
And she said
I ought to rip out your curly locks, so they call ya Mr. Clean
Mr. Clean

Well I was all fired up aní full oí git, an she was stronger than a garlic milkshake
Man I gotta tell ya I was frisky as a flea on a flat dog
But to prove that Iím sorry, Iím gonna sleep my penance in a hollow log

Well I was hurtiní for certainí and I said honey you know love is like the morniní dew
Itís just as apt to fall on a horse turd as it is a rose
Man it got so quiet I swear I could hear my hair grow

And she said
I ought to slap you baldheaded, I ought to slap you bald
I ought to slap you baldheaded, yeah baby thats pretty mean
And she said
I ought to rip out your curly locks, so they call ya Mr. Clean
Mr. Clean

LEFT RIGHT FOR WRONG

Iíve been down this road before with you babe
When you up and leave me cause the grass is greener on the other side of the road
For some mister dark and tall, sweeps you off your feet and all
Yeah but what were you thinkiní baby
When you left, right for wrong

You canít judge a book by lookiní at the cover itís true babe
Take off his alligator shoes itíll make the news, smell ëem twenty five feet away
Your mister lean and long, yeah he smells nice and strong
Yeah but what were you thinkiní baby
When you left, right for wrong

Left right for wrong
Left right for wrong
There ainít room but for one man liviní inside of your heart
And honey he donít belong

Your boyís dumb as a bag oí hammers, yeah itís true babe
Look at him, suckiní on pigs feet, watchiní the TV, pickiní his nose with his thumb
Your mister dark and tall, yeah he ëbout sharp as a bowliní ball
Yeah but what were you thinkiní baby
When you left, right for wrong

Well you know Iím right, Mr. Right as Rain for you babe
But you changed your mind you gotta do the time
You shouldía never stepped across the road
Now your Mr. Right has gone, farewell so long
Yeah but what were you thinkiní baby
When you left, right for wrong

Left right for wrong
Left right for wrong
There ainít room but for one woman liviní inside of my heart
And honey you donít belong

HOT N' STICKY

Take my advice, my pretty one
Youíve got bruisers and thugs under the rug
And youíre greased up and fried, danciní in the pan
Make no mistake you better pull out, get out while you can

Youíre in way up over your pretty little head now
Stand up, start bathiní in the truth
Or troubleís sure gonna find you, if you donít put your lies to bed
It just ainít safe bettiní you feel itís warm, gettiní

Hot and Sticky
But youíre cold and all alone
Hot and Sticky
Careful my love or youíll find yourself food for a crow

You better cool down, better cool out my pretty one
These ainít schoolboys, theyíll kill ya just for fun
Youíll be bruised up aní missiní, dirty tricks of a dirty trade
Yeah make no mistake thatís how pretty dead girls get made

Hot and Sticky
But youíre cold and all alone
Hot and Sticky
Careful my love oryouíll find yourself food for a crow

CAN'T SAY

Mamma said share everything and donít steal
Look both ways when youíre crossiní the street
Donít talk to strangers, comb your hair, wash your hands before you eat
And donít bite off more than you can chew boy
You canít learn to walk before you crawl
And she said if you canít say anything nice, donít say anything at all

Momma said stand up straight and study hard
Always open the door for girls
Remember to leave on a light and lock up the house ëfore you go out into the world
When itís Shirts aní Skins you play fair
Always bring the ball
And she said if you canít say anything nice, donít say anything at all

People have their own agendas boy, they have their own kind of plans
There ainít no room in the house for anger son, I know itís hard to understand
But donít blow your lid gotta keep it hid, when they go to scandaliziní your name
The fight ainít won by the man whoís strong, but by the one who can walk away

Mamma said if you talk that talk gotta walk that walk
In the shoes of a man thats proud
Stay away from posers, preeners, impostors and people that talk too loud
And donít take none of their shit boy, keep your back away from the wall
And she said if you canít say anything nice donít say anything at all

THE FIRST NOBLE TRUTH

Life is suffering baby, got to face it head on and donít complain
Life is suffering baby yeah, got to face it head on and donít complain
Ah, but to see what youíre doiní now
Youíre just jumpiní in the river to get out of the rain

Well the whiskey makes you smile at the party
And the smoke aní them little pills make you feel like a millionaire
I guess a case could be made that drugs show you where to go, but theyíll surely
Keep you from gettiní there
Life is suffering baby yeah, got to face it head on and donít complain
Ah, but to see what youíre doiní now
Youíre just jumpiní in the river to get out of the rain

As the lessons hide between the pain of the pages
And as the chapters unfold thereís only one thing thats absolute
There may be two sides of the story, but there sure ainít no
Versions of the Truth
Life is suffering baby yeah, got to face it head on and donít complain
Ah, but to see what youíre doiní now
Youíre just jumpiní in the river to get out of the rain

THE STITCH AIN'T STRONG

She said darliní not to worry, Iíll swear on my ring
Well you see my indiscretion was a one time thing
Although sewn with good intentions my loveís torn and corrupt
But Iíll double over backwards just to patch things up

And if the stitch ainít strong
And if the stitch ainít strong
And if the stitch ainít strong, Iíll cross my heart aní hope to die

Mend away my little seamstress now youíre under the gun
Go on and patch things up, your second chance has been won
But it takes more than mere words to restore confidence
Itís gonna take miles of thread, and strong evidence

And if the stitch ainít strong
And if the stitch ainít strong
And if the stitch ainít strong, Iíll cross my heart aní hope to die

Seamstress was slippiní out the back door
Now Iíve got blood on my hands
She crossed her heart and hoped to die for a second chance
And I found a second man

Second chances donít come easy when your playiní with guns
Said the judge with the gavel, and me with no place to run
It was a murderous act son, what went through your head?
And the courtroom fell silent when I said what I said

The seamstress was sleepiní and the stitch ainít strong
The seamstress was sleepiní and the stitch ainít strong
The seamstress was sleepiní and the stitch ainít strong
The seamstress was sleepiní
And the stitch ainít strong

PICK IT UP

Down at the grocery I met you standiní in the line
The words of the bluesman said, son you better take your time
Well I shouldíve slowed down my loviní, but my loviní wasnít slow enough
Slowly you laid down on the kitchen floor
I laid down to pick things up

The fat man told me, he said boy youíre bound to lose
You keep chasiní that creepiní woman, she shoí gonna give you the blues
Woman I can see youíve been creepiní, you better get right Iíve had enough
I gave you my heart and you threw it on the floor
Woman you better bend down and pick it up

Creepiní in the back door you said your car got stuck
Your hubcaps are clean woman, I wouldnít try to push your luck
And I donít see no mud on your fender, I wouldnít try to push your luck
I gave you my heart and you threw it on the floor
Woman you better bend down and pick it up

Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up

Like books are written, you know the fat man was right
I donít know your whereabouts honey, and itís the middle of the night
I gave you fifteen second chances, but by now youíve used ëem up
See I gave you my heart and you threw it on the floor
Woman you never did bend down to pick it up

So Iím gonna rock you right down to the natural facts
If you donít quit runniní ëround on me woman Iím gonna sharpen up my axe
No you donít wanna see it woman, donít wanna see me get rough ní tough
Iím gonna cut out your heart and throw it on the floor
And I shoí ainít gonna pick it up

Pick it up