Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
You wont need that drink of water, no more
And you wont need that fine young stallion, no more, not any more
You wont see your brown-eyed daughter, no more, not any more
And you wont need that silver dollar, no more, not any more
Baby baby, I believe, my times nearly through
No comforts of life, maybe maybe, this time my lucks overdue
Youve been pushin for too long, mister
But you wont gain, no you wont gain
And now your blood boy, is gonna flow through your veins
Youre gonna feel the pain, youre gonna feel the pain, whoa
Baby baby, I believe, my times nearly through
No comforts of life, maybe maybe, this time my lucks overdue
Theres no sun when your life is over
And my maker is about to call
It seems the night is gettin cold and lonely
Still Im feelin no feelin at all
Any more, ooh, any more