Darlin', darlin', darlin' I got blood on my hands I hope it ain't from you I hope it ain't from you
Vultures circle around every place that I go I beat'em off with a stick I beat'em off with a stick
Sometimes my mind goes blank and I just can't think straight
I took up drinkin' whiskey 'cause it made me feel sick it made me feel sick oh, it made me feel sick
Now it is the only thing I drink anymore drink anymore, oh, I drink anymore
I stole all the money I could fit in my pockets I stole it for you yeah, I stole it for you
Then I went to find you but you weren't around you weren't around oh, you weren't around
Sometimes my mind goes blank and I just can't think straight
Darlin', darlin', darlin' I got blood on my hands I hope it ain't from you I hope it ain't from youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
