Widows Weed Lyrics

Widows Weed lyrics

Waitin" til my dyin' day

That's when I pack these tired blues away

That's when I go to lay down in my grave

That'll be my flyin' day



Wondering what i'm workin' for

Ain't gonna be your lowdown dog
no more

Ain't gonna bleach an' scrub your kitchen floor

I wonder
what I'm workin' for



Making tiny feet for shoes

Didn't have
the right to pick 'n choose

Didn't know the freedom I would lose

In
making tiny feet for shoes



Working dozen to the nine

Feels
like I'm just servin' time

Waitin' in this goddamn line

Hell or
heaven I'll be fine



Cookin' nothing in the pan

that's the
way life dealt my hand

That'll be my livin' last demand

To get
something from this land



Playin' around the toes of time

Waiting for the spark that'll free my mind

that'll put unhappiness
behind

Just looking for an exit sign