You think I care?
Well I don’t not anymore
Something in my soul
It must be lacking
Anytime a [bad word] over
I lock her downstairs
Then I just wait ‘til she starts crying
Yes I am [bad word] I don’t deny it

Black dog get off my back

Most of the folks I know
Go drinking every night
They say they sure are having fun
But when they ask me with ‘em
I tell ‘em I’m too tired [bad word] is that I just don’t like strangers
You know I plan to die alone

Black dog get off my back

I still ain’t gotten ‘round
To goin’ to Mississippi
But someday LORD I’d like to live there
Fact is I ain’t been nowhere
Fact is I’ve lived here forever
Fact is I’m just a big mouthed talker
I promise myself I’ll leave tomorrow

Black dog get off my back
Looks like the car broke down again…