One, two, three.
I’m tired of all this confusion.
I’m tired of all this delusion.
I’m convinced it’s the women that’s been clouding my mind.
And all of those women will say it’s no far but mine.
But I can’t go to the southeast no
Ain’t a shame?
way up north, I far home.
They takes toll on heart
I must look back and good roll.
Don’t
you know?
I way down in
But to slow down, right or right, I refuse.
No, a woman
ain’t different.
So, baby, you see?
to the no
Ain’t a
snows the I feel so from home.
They takes its soul.
I must look and let the times
don’t you
it snows way up I feel so from
I feel losing, don’t what
Oh, Texas,
go because I might mind.
I’ll it there one day, Lord,
don’t rise.
can’t to the southeast no more.
it
a shame?
it snows up so
feel I’m don’t know do.
Oh, miss too.
Can’t go to southeast no more.
Ain’t shame?
And way north, feel so
Don’t you
you know?
know?
Don’t you
Don’t you
ha.
Jesus.