The Sauce
Woke up this morning
On the wrong side of the bed
I fixed myself a drink
And to hell with it I said
I am getting stoned on red wine
Getting stoned on that California grass
Can't you see, I married me a soul digger
And she ain't going nowhere too fast
She's the boss and I am lost in the sauce
And there ain't no going back
I am a Pennsylvania swindler
And I don't need no job
I am sitting and uh thinking
Of some bank that I might just rob
And if I get away with the cash
I am going to buy this whole damn town and paint it black
I'll change my name and that'll be that
Sit here, sharpening my axe in the Adirondacks
She's the boss and I am lost in the sauce
And there ain't no going back
It'll be a cold day in hell
When that blue majesty walks that plank
Cows will be jumping over the moon
When her cavalry says hangmen, you can hang us hank
But wait a minute, I just saw three pigs flying over the Poconos
Dragging a queen with no head on down to Fairfax
Bury her deep in that Virginia soil
And let her ghost find me in the stars and the zodiac
She's still the boss and I am lost in the sauce
And there ain't no going back
I am going to find myself a hilltop
Where there ain't no more rules
Give all my things to charity
Spend all night howling at the moon
Getting high on that cool mountain air
Drunk on that nectar, minding on my own damn beeswax
I won't have no name, call me the mountain man
You won't see me hanging around the cul-de-sac
Where she is the boss and I'd be lost in the sauce
And you know I ain't going back
On the wrong side of the bed
I fixed myself a drink
And to hell with it I said
I am getting stoned on red wine
Getting stoned on that California grass
Can't you see, I married me a soul digger
And she ain't going nowhere too fast
She's the boss and I am lost in the sauce
And there ain't no going back
I am a Pennsylvania swindler
And I don't need no job
I am sitting and uh thinking
Of some bank that I might just rob
And if I get away with the cash
I am going to buy this whole damn town and paint it black
I'll change my name and that'll be that
Sit here, sharpening my axe in the Adirondacks
She's the boss and I am lost in the sauce
And there ain't no going back
It'll be a cold day in hell
When that blue majesty walks that plank
Cows will be jumping over the moon
When her cavalry says hangmen, you can hang us hank
But wait a minute, I just saw three pigs flying over the Poconos
Dragging a queen with no head on down to Fairfax
Bury her deep in that Virginia soil
And let her ghost find me in the stars and the zodiac
She's still the boss and I am lost in the sauce
And there ain't no going back
I am going to find myself a hilltop
Where there ain't no more rules
Give all my things to charity
Spend all night howling at the moon
Getting high on that cool mountain air
Drunk on that nectar, minding on my own damn beeswax
I won't have no name, call me the mountain man
You won't see me hanging around the cul-de-sac
Where she is the boss and I'd be lost in the sauce
And you know I ain't going back
Credits
Writer(s): Theodore Kradzinski
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