Song | Undone |
Artist | Robert Earl Keen |
Album | Picnic |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Fire one up and you toss one down | |
Everybody knows you been downtown | |
Been downtown late last night | |
Busted your head in a barroom fight | |
Fightin’ with your brother fightin’ with your wife | |
Seems you been fightin’ every day of your life | |
Can’t stand still, still can’t run | |
You put it all together but it came undone | |
Your soul is junk, your brain is dust | |
All your memories are eaten up with rust | |
Your nightmares real, dreams too stark | |
You love the night but you hate the dark | |
Your mother your daddy little sister too | |
Told you a secret they were countin’ on you | |
You were dying to tell but your dad said son | |
Button your lip but it come undone | |
So they turned you out when you turned them in | |
They told you don’t come back again | |
Now the years stack up like old beer cans | |
Dead end jobs payment plans | |
Broke down trucks welfare checks | |
Child support and back-seat sex | |
You’d kill yourself but you hocked your gun | |
You built a noose but it come undone | |
So you’re livin’ in a shack bu you wanna be rich | |
And you would if it wasn’t for the sonovabitch | |
The sonovabitch the dirty old whore | |
The butcher the baker the grocery store | |
You hate them they hate you | |
What in the world are you gonna do | |
It ain’t your fault but they need someone | |
To blame it on when they come undone | |
Now the storm’s comin’ in the sky’s turned black | |
It’s too late now you can’t turn back | |
Lightnin’ strikes on the telephone wire | |
You’re drunk as a skunk your shack’s on fire | |
The wife took the baby and the other two kids | |
The dogs are a-howlin’ and the chickens are dead | |
It’s your last night out and you’re gonna have fun | |
They’ll read it in the papers when you come undone |
Fire one up and you toss one down | |
Everybody knows you been downtown | |
Been downtown late last night | |
Busted your head in a barroom fight | |
Fightin' with your brother fightin' with your wife | |
Seems you been fightin' every day of your life | |
Can' t stand still, still can' t run | |
You put it all together but it came undone | |
Your soul is junk, your brain is dust | |
All your memories are eaten up with rust | |
Your nightmares real, dreams too stark | |
You love the night but you hate the dark | |
Your mother your daddy little sister too | |
Told you a secret they were countin' on you | |
You were dying to tell but your dad said son | |
Button your lip but it come undone | |
So they turned you out when you turned them in | |
They told you don' t come back again | |
Now the years stack up like old beer cans | |
Dead end jobs payment plans | |
Broke down trucks welfare checks | |
Child support and backseat sex | |
You' d kill yourself but you hocked your gun | |
You built a noose but it come undone | |
So you' re livin' in a shack bu you wanna be rich | |
And you would if it wasn' t for the sonovabitch | |
The sonovabitch the dirty old whore | |
The butcher the baker the grocery store | |
You hate them they hate you | |
What in the world are you gonna do | |
It ain' t your fault but they need someone | |
To blame it on when they come undone | |
Now the storm' s comin' in the sky' s turned black | |
It' s too late now you can' t turn back | |
Lightnin' strikes on the telephone wire | |
You' re drunk as a skunk your shack' s on fire | |
The wife took the baby and the other two kids | |
The dogs are ahowlin' and the chickens are dead | |
It' s your last night out and you' re gonna have fun | |
They' ll read it in the papers when you come undone |
Fire one up and you toss one down | |
Everybody knows you been downtown | |
Been downtown late last night | |
Busted your head in a barroom fight | |
Fightin' with your brother fightin' with your wife | |
Seems you been fightin' every day of your life | |
Can' t stand still, still can' t run | |
You put it all together but it came undone | |
Your soul is junk, your brain is dust | |
All your memories are eaten up with rust | |
Your nightmares real, dreams too stark | |
You love the night but you hate the dark | |
Your mother your daddy little sister too | |
Told you a secret they were countin' on you | |
You were dying to tell but your dad said son | |
Button your lip but it come undone | |
So they turned you out when you turned them in | |
They told you don' t come back again | |
Now the years stack up like old beer cans | |
Dead end jobs payment plans | |
Broke down trucks welfare checks | |
Child support and backseat sex | |
You' d kill yourself but you hocked your gun | |
You built a noose but it come undone | |
So you' re livin' in a shack bu you wanna be rich | |
And you would if it wasn' t for the sonovabitch | |
The sonovabitch the dirty old whore | |
The butcher the baker the grocery store | |
You hate them they hate you | |
What in the world are you gonna do | |
It ain' t your fault but they need someone | |
To blame it on when they come undone | |
Now the storm' s comin' in the sky' s turned black | |
It' s too late now you can' t turn back | |
Lightnin' strikes on the telephone wire | |
You' re drunk as a skunk your shack' s on fire | |
The wife took the baby and the other two kids | |
The dogs are ahowlin' and the chickens are dead | |
It' s your last night out and you' re gonna have fun | |
They' ll read it in the papers when you come undone |