Lordy Lordy

Oh Lordy, Lordy … oh Lordy
Well, your head hangs below the ground
Oh Lordy, Lordy … oh Lordy
Well, I think that’s where you were found
And so they tell me that you ain’t my friend
I’m a loss to yourself, I’ll assure you again
When you cry me some real tears, I’ll be on the run
You come near me now, girl, I’ll go get me a gun
I’ve never been to prison, I don’t know why
I stared death down in its chamber, baby—eye to eye
If prison is a cell, then it’s raging in my blood
This is a song from the heart, ain’t … ain’t nothing else