歌曲 | Worried Man |
歌手 | Andrew Combs |
专辑 | Worried Man |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 fray train, | |
They see me sweating like a hole. | |
In the minute getting mean, mean, mean, | |
And then I trunk your door. | |
It’s just worth all, I can hardly stand | |
I had a vision about baby holding another man. | |
Somebody said the sound shaking | |
Down in New Orleand, | |
Doing a little boogie-woogie | |
Like some kings and queens. | |
She can run, but she cannot hide, | |
I’m gonna find my baby, I’m gonna make things right. | |
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 chills, | |
I’m gonna fill this wound with saltiness. | |
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. |
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 fray train, | |
They see me sweating like a hole. | |
In the minute getting mean, mean, mean, | |
And then I trunk your door. | |
It' s just worth all, I can hardly stand | |
I had a vision about baby holding another man. | |
Somebody said the sound shaking | |
Down in New Orleand, | |
Doing a little boogiewoogie | |
Like some kings and queens. | |
She can run, but she cannot hide, | |
I' m gonna find my baby, I' m gonna make things right. | |
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 chills, | |
I' m gonna fill this wound with saltiness. | |
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. |
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 fray train, | |
They see me sweating like a hole. | |
In the minute getting mean, mean, mean, | |
And then I trunk your door. | |
It' s just worth all, I can hardly stand | |
I had a vision about baby holding another man. | |
Somebody said the sound shaking | |
Down in New Orleand, | |
Doing a little boogiewoogie | |
Like some kings and queens. | |
She can run, but she cannot hide, | |
I' m gonna find my baby, I' m gonna make things right. | |
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 chills, | |
I' m gonna fill this wound with saltiness. | |
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. |