Guitar made in Kalamazoo
and my mind wanders to you
wondering when the next shoe will
Mama please
I’m on my knees
catching rats to kill the fleas
knowing when, not knot knowing how to stop
I’ll tell you just what I’ve done
if you tell me we’ll see the sun
chase the moon, sleep here on the
ground
Wake up in the woods to find
a perfect place at a perfect time
in a stitch we could ditch this town
I rolled into Tucumcar’
nothing doing, my pockets bare
see what I could shake down at the
One man took the way I look
to be the stage for acts of rage
knocked me down and he busted my guitar
Now I’m not one to raise my fist
but I struck next and I don’t miss
stranger must just have drawn his
knife
For he’s face down in a pool of blood
I knew my name had become mud
hightailed it out just to save my very life
Depending on just where I am
I may be a wanted man
that don’t change just what I said to
‘Cause it smells fine here in La Pine
and no one knows my rabbit holes
let’s relax and do just like we do
Guitar made in Kalamazoo
and my mind wanders to you
wondering when the next shoe will
Mama please
I’m on my knees
catching rats to kill the fleas
knowing when, not knot knowing how to stop

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