
Sleeping under a table in a roadside park
A man could wake up deadI lay my head on the wheel and the horn begins honkin'
The whole neighborhood knows I'm home drunk again
Daddy left 'em both soakin' up the sawdust on the floorSomewhere I'll find him, and I'll have peace of mind
The box he comes home in will be all satin linedThank you for listening to my trouble
Pardon me, I've got someone to kill
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