Tried
I tried to make improvements on a station but I was caught
By a man who lost the papers that I never sent
So I climbed on down, pretend I read the contract wrong
Where'd it go
I don't know
Please let me go
I know it's somewhere in my home
I'd like to speak to the one in charge
Well, I think they called me, better go and show my card
I'd like to speak to the one in charge
Well, I think they called me, better go and show my card
Man, I should not have shown my face
I think they're on to me
Squad cars all around
Are my ears just hot or is that security
Rub a man's rhubarb, I said my friend just might be kin
So I feigned an interest in the chance to legally return again
That's not my bag
That's not my photograph
It looks like me
But my lady has my ID
I'd like to speak to the one in charge
Well, I think they called me, better go and show my card
I'd like to speak to the one in charge
Well, I think they called me, better go and show my card
I tried to make improvements on a station but I was caught
By a man who lost the papers that I never sent
So I climbed on down
Pretend I read the contract wrong
That's not my bag
That's not my photograph
It looks like me
But my lady has my ID
Written by: J. Preston Williamson
By a man who lost the papers that I never sent
So I climbed on down, pretend I read the contract wrong
Where'd it go
I don't know
Please let me go
I know it's somewhere in my home
I'd like to speak to the one in charge
Well, I think they called me, better go and show my card
I'd like to speak to the one in charge
Well, I think they called me, better go and show my card
Man, I should not have shown my face
I think they're on to me
Squad cars all around
Are my ears just hot or is that security
Rub a man's rhubarb, I said my friend just might be kin
So I feigned an interest in the chance to legally return again
That's not my bag
That's not my photograph
It looks like me
But my lady has my ID
I'd like to speak to the one in charge
Well, I think they called me, better go and show my card
I'd like to speak to the one in charge
Well, I think they called me, better go and show my card
I tried to make improvements on a station but I was caught
By a man who lost the papers that I never sent
So I climbed on down
Pretend I read the contract wrong
That's not my bag
That's not my photograph
It looks like me
But my lady has my ID
Written by: J. Preston Williamson
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Writer(s): J. Preston Williamson
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