Andrew Combs - Worried Man Lyrics

I'm a worried man, I got a worried mind
Two shaky hands, two beady eyes
See my baby, she been gone so long
I'm gonna keep on worrying until my baby comes home

See me smoking like a freight train
See me sweating like a hog
Every minute getting mean, mean, meaner
Than a junkyard dog
There's just one thought, I can't hardly stand
That's the vision of my baby holding another man

Somebody said they saw her shaking
Down in New Orleans
Doing a little boogie-woogie
Like some Cajun queen
She can run, but she cannot hide
I'm gonna find my baby, I'm gonna make things right

I'm a worried man, I got a worried mind
Two shaky hands, two beady eyes
I see my baby, she been gone so long
I'm gonna keep on worrying until my baby comes home

I'm gonna buy me a shotgun
I'm gonna buy me some shells
I'm gonna fill each one with salt and nails
And when I find my baby
I'm gonna aim real low
I'm gonna shoot out her ankles
She won't be dancing no more

I'm a worried man, I got a worried mind
Two shaky hands, two beady eyes
And when I find my baby
I'm gonna aim real low
I'm gonna shoot out her ankles
She won't be dancing no more