Lyrics Worried Man - Andrew Combs

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.

See me smoking like a fray train,
They see me sweating like a hole.
In the minute getting mean, mean, mean,
And then I trunk your door.
It's just worth all, I can hardly stand
I had a vision about baby holding another man.

Somebody said the sound shaking
Down in New Orleand,
Doing a little boogie-woogie
Like some kings and queens.
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 chills,
I'm gonna fill this wound with saltiness.
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.
I'm gonna shoot out her ankles,
She won't be dancing no more.