Album: Underneath The Old Red Barn
(Johnson)

Feelin’ lazy these days and I ain’t got no job
I come a long ways just to say, “I hate fuckin’ snobs”
And that woman of mine keeps a naggin’ all the time
So I drink ‘til I cannot see straight

Feelin’ crazy these days, crazy as a mangy dog
I’m high on cocaine and I can’t fuckin’ stop
But we’re playing all the time for a few lousy dimes
And we’ll play, yeah, we’ll play ‘til we die

There’s a voice inside of you
There’s a voice inside of you
It’s tellin’ you what to do
Oh, you get piss drunk and you shout
You fall down, then you pass out
In the morning find your eyes all black and blue

Well, God, He speaks to me
He speaks through stones and trees
Y’know them’s the bones of things
I complain and I curse
Which makes things that much worse
I might as well be hanging from a tree

I been broke and cold
I been told I have no soul
I been drinking and carousing like a fool
I been picking fights in vain
Lord knows I have no shame
And I’ll probably keep this up until I’m old

There’s a voice inside of you
There’s a voice inside of you
It’s tellin’ you what to do
You’d better lay down that knife
It ain’t worth no goddamn life
Do I have to see you make do through and through?