Gaston Ave

Call you up on the telephone, an' noone answer
Call again, it ringin', I call again
Think of stopping by or stopping in
But never leave home
Tripping back and forth between the bar and home
An' looking back and forth at what I done collected
Bottle caps and soggy scraps of high life label peelings
Running tabs, a running up and down the walls again
Climbing up the slang on stalls sayin
Somethin 'bout better times tonight and baby Jesus
Your letter's the ladder I climb rung by rung
To claw my way up to the gates of heaven
The sketches and scratches you draw drunk and alone
Gives me the map that I follow back home
Follow back home
back home
Follow back home
back home
Follow back home
back home
Send me home, take me home, I gotta get, I gotta go
Cut me up, an cut me off, kick me out,
I'm a busy man I got a schedule to keep
Where's my data, where's my gun, where's my hat,
I'm madder thana...where's my phone, where's my fax,
Can't look past you're hacking at the forest but you ne'er hit a tree
Tell me one more time, tell me once more, promise that I'll listen
But I can't be promis-isn' I'll be baking cakes
Or building you no castles by the sea
Good little lady you driving me crazy
Why don't chu' swing my way and find you seat?
Your lipstick is lazy your eyes are all hazy
There's somethin' behind the whiskey whispers you speak
That rocks me to sleep
That rocks me to sleep
That rocks me to sleep
That rocks me to sleep...
[Woman]:
There must be something terribly wrong with me
Sometimes I feel like I haven't learned anything
Good little lady you driving me crazy
Why don't chu' swing my way and find you seat?
Your lipstick is lazy your eyes are all hazy
There's somethin' behind the whiskey whispers you speak
That rocks me to sleep
That rocks me to sleep
That rocks me to sleep
That rocks me to sleep...