Ballad of 1892

Laid up in the house full of hookers and wine
My baby's in the back done committin' a crime
Bedtime's ahead and good times behind
Ain't no rest for a good, lovin' mind

Locked up in the pen, laid up in the cell
The preacher wanna tell me that he knows about Hell
Never had a job, ain't never had a home
He don't know what it's like to be all alone

My baby gets high
Walkin' the line
My baby gets high

20 pages in, I couldn't read anymore
This woman's singin' things I've never heard before
Like I can't afford to fall, can't afford to slip
Pain to the love and the love to the whip

My baby gets high
Walkin' the line
My baby gets high

Laid up in the house full of hookers and wine
My baby's in the back done committin' a crime
Bedtime's ahead and good times behind
Ain't no rest for a good, lovin' mind

My baby gets high
Walkin' the line
My baby gets high

My baby gets high
Walkin' the line
My baby gets high
Walkin' the line
My baby gets high



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy David Pinnell
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