Lyrics Worried Man - Andrew Combs

Worried Man

I’m a worried man, I got a worried mind
Two shaky hands, two beady eyes
I see my baby, she been gone so long
I’m gonna keep on worrying until my baby comes home
See me smoking like a fray train
They see me sweating like a hole
In the minute getting mean, mean, mean
And then I trunk your door
It’s just worth all, I can hardly stand
I had a vision about baby holding another man
Somebody sent the sound shaking
Down in New Orleans
Doing a little boogie-woogie
Like some kings and queens
She can run, but she cannot hide
I’m gonna find my baby, I’m gonna make things right
I’m a worried man, I got a worried mind
Two shaky hands, two beady eyes
I see my baby, she been gone so long
I’m gonna keep on worrying until my baby comes home
I’m gonna buy me a shotgun
I’m gonna buy me some chills
I’m gonna fill this wound with saltiness
And when I find my baby
I’m gonna aim real low
I’m gonna shoot out her ankles
She won’t be dancing no more
I’m a worried man, I got a worried mind
Two shaky hands, two beady eyes
And when I find my baby
I’m gonna aim real low
I’m gonna shoot out her ankles
She won’t be dancing no more
I’m gonna shoot out her ankles
She won’t be dancing no more