Racked all boots, yeah, I got brand new shoes, yeah, I got a hotel, motel, but mama ain't got no place to go
Ain't got no place to go
Inside, outside, baby, mama, girl, take me down, oh, oh, oh
Spill my name on your sacred ground, oh, baby, bring your friends now, bring them round, oh
Make them hear how their life was sound, where the back haze had ragged all
Pour me a coffee, baby, gee, it smells so fine, oh
Bring them back, oh, bring them back
I cry in time, yeah, I got brand new, I got candy, girl, I'm a superstar, yeah
I'm a stomach right out of my whiskey, oh, oh, oh, mama, girl, oh
Hey, I know mama well, I know I'm wrong, yeah
Life's not your waste, no, hey, death won't belong, but I
Got me this picture of a precious taboo in there
Got me convicted, yeah, crying my blues
I'm not being sober, girl, no, I'm not being true, yeah
I got hearts, I got cards, yeah, I got valentine charts
I got them banging from the street up to the street
Sidewalk, hey, well, yeah
They're hanging from a tree on the junkyard, oh, man, yeah
Flying to the start, yeah, driving cool cars
Got them stumbling right out of whiskey, oh, oh, oh, I got ragged all blue
Just another back haze, ragged all blue
It's not your perfume, girl, no, it's not your style, no
It's just the way you drive me out of my head
You drive me wild by looking sober
You're looking sober, mama, you're looking clean, I see
Wiggling your ass down on that cool lute
Singing, yeah, I got shot down two times, baby
I got rained out two times, girl
Just another back haze, ragged all blue
It's just the way you drive me out of my head