Texty: Clutch. From Beale Street to Oblivion. Electric Worry.

Well, you made me weep and you made me moan
When you caused me to leave child, my happy home
But someday baby, you ain?t worry my life anymore

I get satisfaction everywhere I go
Where I lay my head that?s where I call home
Whether barren pines or the mission stair
Take tomorrow?s collar and give ?em back the glare

Bang, bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
Bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos

You told everybody in the neighborhood
?What a dirty mistreater?, that I was no good
But someday baby, you ain?t worry my life anymore

Doctor or lawyer I?ll never be
Life of a drifter, the only life for me
You can have your riches, all the gold you saved
Ain?t room for one thing in everybody?s grave

Bang, bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
Bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos

If I had money like Henry Ford
Lord, I?d have me a woman yeah, on every road
But someday baby, you ain?t worry my life anymore

Invocation of the dummies, requiem for a head
Cash in at the corner, piles of street cred
I get satisfaction everywhere I go
One day baby, you?ll worry me no more

Bang, bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
Bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos