Store Bio Photos Audio Shows Lyrics Links T-Shirts
	Subscribe to The Mourning Sickness Newsletter!

Lonesome Worried Man
© Enjoy Your Symptom Records, all rights reserved worldwide (ASCAP).

I got the worried blues
Don't know what I'm going to do
She took my car, my dogs, my kids
And I'm feeling so accused

I had a dream last night all about my gal
I had a dream last night all about my gal
You can tell by that Sweet Papa
He ain't feeling so well

My baby stole my car
She's driving on down the road
I love my kids, I love my dog
But that car is on permanent loan

She put my balls in a jar
I used to bounce ‘em and bounce ‘em so far
Oh, my girlfriend cried, my children just lied
And I'm patching my heart up with tar

I'm going away, Mama, just to wear you off my mind
Yeah, I'm going away pretty Mama, just to wear you off my mind
And if I live here in Denver, Baby
Money's gonna be my crime

My baby stole my car
She saw Betty Sue in a bar
Now my children cry, and my dog just lies
And I'm shooting well under par

I got the blues so bad, it hurts my feet to walk
I got the blues so bad, it hurts my feet to walk
It settled on my brain, and it hurts my tongue to talk

My house is lonesome, my baby left me, she left me all alone
My house is lonesome, my baby left me, she left me all alone
And if your heart ain't rock sugar
Then it must be marble stone

Well I got the worried blues
My kids smell like moldy old shoes
Because of that cunt, I run my own stunts
And I'm feeling so abused