I went down-down-down to the doctor for to cure what was ailin’ I was a hard-headed runaway had a broken heart, failin’ And she weighed hard-hard-hard on my back, y’allTwo bricks shy of slavin’How I believed the whip of painOh, there was nothing’ left worth savin’And yes it’s all ‘bout fallin’ in lovePocket rocket puffin’The air all sucked out of the roomAnd I just can’t hear nothin’ but the sound of the ground that waitsAlive, and fully breathingA mortal wound you plunged here in the breastplateBabe, my chest is heavin’Right here
