Six Ways from Sunday

Six ways I've been pulled Six ways to lose my mind They'll turn your pockets out Boy, leave you dead or dying Tough love can get to rough When the good times start to slide Them words ringing in my head Watch the hair go with the hide, hollering Six ways from Sunday, mama, let me be Six ways from Sunday, darling, let me be Tomorrows a new day dawning, might be for you Six ways from Sunday, hollering Broke down and tied to the ground Like a mule on the down side Yelling gee and yelling haw loud In my ears till I want to cry But that whip don't mean too much When a mule ain't got a chance Let 'em roll watch how they fold Victims of their circumstance, hollering Six ways from Sunday, mama, let me be Six ways from Sunday, darling, let me be Tomorrows a new day dawning, might be for you Six ways from Sunday, hollering