Since the turntables on me, I've been steady learning lonelyKeeping this turntable spinning on everything from Jones to JensSlowly planning my survival in a three-foot stack of mineSince you had to walk out of it, I've been having a recordI bet you thought before you left, I'd just sit in silence by myselfTurn this house into jail, die slow and live in hellBut love's got a funny way of keeping me aliveAnd you won't even let up my score, I usually make it through Saturday, soI'll bet her off when I flip her over one bourbon, one scotch, one beerHaving a recordQuarter notes and Hank's halftime are pounding on this heart of mineSong to song, you pass my time with two speakers on tenYou're goodCouldn't go and kiss me up all nightAlong with songs and a key of lifeI'm either gonna get over youOr I'm gonna blow out my earsYeah, right tonight, doing God knows howAnd I'm stuck in the heaven of thatYou'd even let me go crazyI'm counting on a needleTo save meI drop it in a grooveAnd we go round and round and down in a spiralI guess I really ought to call and thank youA rediscovering-headed strangerGot down with old James Brown and found a new grass revivalIf you find your way back, I owe you a billFor my record, yeahQuarter notes and Hank's halftimeAre pounding on this heart of mineSong to song, you pass my time with two speakers on tenYou're goodCouldn't go and kiss me up all nightAlong with songs and a key of lifeI'm either gonna get over youOr I'm gonna blow out my earsYeah, right tonight, doing God knows howAnd I'm stuck in the heaven of thatYou'd even let me go crazyI'm having a recordI'm having a record, yeahI'm having a record, yeah