Lyrics 4th Time Around - Chris Whitley

4th Time Around

When she said,
«Don't waste your words, they’re just lies,»
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, «What else you got left?»
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, «Don't forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get.»
I stood there and hummed,
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit,
Then she said, «Don't get cute.»
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum.
She threw me outside,
I stood in the dirt where ev’ryone walked.
And after finding I’d
Forgotten my shirt,
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against.
..
Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, «No, dear.»
I said, «Your words aren’t clear,
You’d better spit out your gum.»
She screamed till her face got so red,
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then
Thought I’d go look through her drawer.