Worried Man - Andrew Combs

I’m a worried man, I got a worried mind

Two shaky hands, two beady eyes

I see my baby, she been gone so long

I’m gonna keep on worrying until my baby comes home

See me smoking like a fray train

They see me sweating like a hole

In the minute getting mean, mean, mean

And then I trunk your door

It’s just worth all, I can hardly stand

I had a vision about baby holding another man

Somebody sent the sound shaking

Down in New Orleans

Doing a little boogie-woogie

Like some kings and queens

She can run, but she cannot hide

I’m gonna find my baby, I’m gonna make things right

I’m a worried man, I got a worried mind

Two shaky hands, two beady eyes

I see my baby, she been gone so long

I’m gonna keep on worrying until my baby comes home

I’m gonna buy me a shotgun

I’m gonna buy me some chills

I’m gonna fill this wound with saltiness

And when I find my baby

I’m gonna aim real low

I’m gonna shoot out her ankles

She won’t be dancing no more

I’m a worried man, I got a worried mind

Two shaky hands, two beady eyes

And when I find my baby

I’m gonna aim real low

I’m gonna shoot out her ankles

She won’t be dancing no more

I’m gonna shoot out her ankles

She won’t be dancing no more