Second Time Around

Second time around, you know it
It really got me down.
Sister, don't you judge it,
Just keep it to yourself now.
If you ain't go nothing good to say,
Don't say nothing at all.
Got bitten by the bitter bug
And now just can't get enough
Of ill-will and my own conceit.
I'm weary of the world it seems.
I'm weary of the world, weary of the world it seems.
It's sort of always gone my way,
I'm just a little bit off these days.
Like I had hard knocks all my life.
Like I'm a Bible-belt wide.
Like I didn't see it coming.
Like I didn't walk it willingly.
See, I never wanna sing again.
La, la, la, like a butterfly.
Without my wits about me, without my heart in line.
The third time's the charm, and this is mine.
You said you heard Loretta sing
And you felt the loneliness seeping in.
Cowboys made you uneasy,
You're a god-fearing lesbian.
So you learn not to yearn,
And take it on the chin again.
Here's what I found about compromise,
Don't do it if it hurts inside.
'Cause either way you're screwed.
Eventually you'll find
That you may as well feel good
You may as well have some pride.
Come August, we'll go to Cherokee,
And hear Loretta do her thing.
Pack it into the Indian casino
And make the hillbilly scene.
Kick up our heels and join in.
Are you my ally or my enemy?
Do you have self-loathing or empathy?
Can you keep me in your prayers, sister?
Can you keep me in there somewhere?
And sister, if you ain't got nothing good to say,
Don't say nothing at all.