Lorraine

Well, I been held up here

It's been raining all damn day

Banks all close just as soon as I go cash my pay

Talk's been going 'round

Wish you'd just strike me down now, Lorraine

Good golly, woman, Holy Ghost, mama

I ain't ever seen a thing like you before

And if I'm so inclined to when the straight roads wind

But I might just fall down on your door

And beg you for more

Well, it's been a rough-ass winter

And, mama, I can see the sun

You're a frostbitten mountain

And the whitetails, they're on the run

You're the only thing in my way

Put that gun away now, Lorraine

Good golly, woman, Holy Ghost, mama

I ain't ever seen a thing like you before

You better hold me a little closer 'cause the winter time's over

I'm walking out right that old front door

Of yours

I bet that old .410 would knock you right out cold

Not before that thing fills my poor head

With a hundred and fifty brand new holes

So I'm begging you to put the thing away

You lay that shotgun down

Well, I won't ever say goodbye, Lorraine

Good golly, woman, Holy Ghost, mama

What the hell am I supposed to do?

Guess it ain't too hard a choice between dying and you