Towel at Her Feet

I've been having a rough go about it

Lord, I've been having a rough go, it's true

Though, as far as rough goes, I know I should be smooth sailing

But, sailing's for sailors and the sea makes me sick

I've been thinking 'bout throwing the towel in

And drowning myself in my sweet baby's arms

I'll wake in the morning, pretending I'm sleeping

And peek at her naked, a towel at her feet

I pound out the rhythm of an old hallelujah

And I keep it up till my skin starts to split

With a heart full of hymns and a head full of violence

I'll pick up that hammer and I work off my sins

I've been thinking 'bout throwing the towel in

And drowning myself in my sweet baby's arms

I'll smoke cigarettes and drink beer in the morning

And never will I ever be lonesome again