All's I've gots is my P.O. box
It's on the corner of Lavaca and Ninth
I do a little and the little I do
Is enough for me to keep my vice
Oh wind me up and watch me go. I'm gone
Wind wind wind me up.
Watch watch watch me go
Wind wind wind me up.
Watch watch watch me go
Wind me up and watch me go.
Baby I'm gone
All's I left was a pile of debts
And a man he would not work
I said didn't your mama raise you right
Baby you always been a jerk
What a jerk
Wind me up and watch me go. I'm gone.
And all's I left was a sleepyhead
One light town by the bay
I stuck out my thumb when I was done
Listening to what that town had to say
Gossip
Gossip nothin but gossip.
I check my mail on Monday morning
P.O. box key in hand
I check my mail for bills
For catalogs and for contraband........
Wind me up and watch me go. I'm gone
