written by Chris Johnson, Lower East Songs (BMI) Copyright 2011
Came home yesterday,
After slavin' for my pay,
Only to find that I'd been used.
I cannot believe,
That woman smoked up all my weed,
And now I've got pipe resin blues.
Ya coulda left somethin',
Butcha left nothin',
Now what am I to do?
I checked in my pockets,
Behind all the sockets,
And up in the chimney flue.
Up in the closet, my safety deposit,
Nothing was safe from you.
Why do I hide it,
If you're gonna find it, too.
No use to defend,
I know you'll just do it again,
And then we'll fight until we bleed.
I'm down on my knees,
Begging please, sweet baby, please,
Next time around, leave some for me.
Written by Chris Johnson Copyright 2011.
from Edison Wax Cylinder Recordings EP
released July 22, 2011
Chris Johnson: Banjo, Vocals
Jason Benjamin: Trumpet
Chris Cortier: Trombone
Jeff Hudgins: Alto Saxophone
Joe Exley: Tuba
Brian Adler: Drums
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