Here comes Sunday morning and were stuck in Bowling Green
Another postcard from a tired town
Everybody's hungry and we're short on gasoline
Nothing here but empty sky for miles around
And since it gets this way I guess I must have made an awful mess
I wish you best when all the rest goes wrong
So love me just a little baby I'm here on my knees
My heart plays like a fiddle baby but all you do is tease and
I'm begging please
You never said you loved me but I can read it in your eyes
You can't hide yourself no matter how you try
I'm sick of all the wanting and I'm trying to realize
How something so good could just on and pass us by
Now I can't regret the things we said nor nail them neath the coffin lid
My arms are lead my sould is red for you
So love me just a little baby I'm here on my knees
My heart plays like a fiddle baby and all you do is tease and
I'm beggin please
I know sometimes it feels just like we never can agree
I know sometimes I feel so far away
But I don't believe in nothing that don't believe in me
And I don't believe you hear me when I say
That someday you'll be sad like me picked and tricked and had like me
And someday you'll be calling out my name
