Tekster: Hayes Carll. Trouble in Mind. Knockin' Over Whiskeys.

i keep knockin over whiskeys
no ones laughin at my jokes
they got me spinnin round in circles
like a tin can in the spokes

when i left town this mornin
with a smile upon my face
ahh babe i swear i never knew
id end up in this place

chorus:
run away little darlin
you dont need me anymore
ive been out here for too long
it aint like it was before

if i get back home to houston
im gonna tip my hat and cry
when i left i was a younger man
too proud to say goodbye
im gonna wake up in the mornin
with a conscience ten feet tall
im gonna lay my head down wiser
or i wont lay down at all

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you used to live out on the border
where no one else could reach
now i cant ask a question
without you givin a speech
you said, i never cared
babe you know that isnt true
its just the only thing you asked of me
was the one thing i cant do

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