tripping on a wrinkle in the rugfalling out of love, dear
it hurt much worse when you gave up
just don't tell me which way I oughta run
or what good I could do anyone
'cause my heart it was a gun
breaking my shin on the very first rung
it's all right,they understand they're just as dumb
and they don't tell me which way I oughta run
or what good I could do anyone
'cause my heart it was a gun
I sold my guitar to the girl next door
she asked me if I knew how
I told her I don't think so anymore
don't tell me which way I oughta run
what good could I do anyone
'cause my heart it was a gun