well i've been a fool for oh so long
now the mississippi mud cakes my boots
i'm afraid that i might drown if i don't move
from these waters that run so deep
from these southern ways and lazy heat
i've got torn up knees and calloused fingertips
broken vocal chords and busted lips
this goddamn guitar is never quite in tune
id leave it behind if it weren't all i could do
hell i'm all sewn up with bad tattoos
cant hide from the faded truth
well it follows me wherever i might move
all sewn up with bad tattoos
well san francisco sure sounds nice
and brooklyn might suit me just fine
well life down here just moves so slow it seems
like a river barge pushin' upstream
now i'm all sewn up with bad tattoos
cant hide from the faded truth
well it follows me wherever i might move
i'm all sewn up with bad tattoos