The Mule

How many times must you call me in the morning, before I wake up? And how many times must I look at other girls, before we break up? And how many times must I criticize every single thing that you do Before you? Before you let me know? Before you let me go? You really should've known That I'm a no-good gambling man with the wrong hand Who's been hurt so many times Why don't you look him in the eye? Oh, you won't see nothing at all And how many times must I stumble in drunk, before you scold me? Why is it you have to turn out all the lights, before you hold me? And how many years of fears and falls that broke my balls? Well, I guess you never told me But before you let me know Before you let me go You really shouldn't know That I'm a no-good, used-up, bruised and fucked-up boy Who gets beat up just by looking at you Oh, I'm a lonely soul, lost every single thing I've ever did own But I never owned you Go on and look him in the eye Oh, you just might see him cry Or you just might see him smile One more drink and I'll be fine One more girl, to take you off my mind One more drink and I'll be fine One more girl, to take you off my mind One more drink and I'll be fine One more girl, to take you off my mind Oh, one more girl and I'll be fine One more drink, to take you off my mind