Justified - Robben Ford/Keb' Mo'/Robert Randolph
Creeky steps
And ladder
I feel the floor in my cave
Carpet worn to tatters
It look like flowers on an early grave
And I'd be justified I would be justified
Pick up my things and walk
I'd be justified I would be justified
Had enough of your crazy talk
You take
Pat shots at my pride
And you refuse
To take my side
I'd be justified
Asked why so cold and cranky
You take a swipe at me
Ask any judge and jury
They'll pack you off and set me free
And I'd be justified I would be justified
Pack up my things and walk
Well I'd be justified I would be justified
Had enough of your crazy talk
Well like a match and gasoline
About to blow to smithereens
Well I'd be justified
Gone forever through solid days
Of Kentucky corn
And southern ways
Harmonizing in perfect tune
With the light of my life
To the bottom of moon
Oh dreams of my salvation
They buckle at the knees
Hands tangled in frustration
That tried so very hard to please
And I'd be justified I would be justified
Pack up my things and walk
Well I'd be justified I would be justified
Had enough of your crazy talk
Well let your love fall into decline
And me left to die
Upon the vine
Well I'd be justified
Take you my decline walk
Justified
