Darlin', darlin', darlin'
I got blood on my hands
I hope it ain't from you
I hope it ain't from you
Vultures circle around
every place that I go
I beat'em off with a stick
I beat'em off with a stick
Sometimes my mind goes blank
and I just can't think straight
I took up drinkin' whiskey
'cause it made me feel sick
it made me feel sick
oh, it made me feel sick
Now it is the only thing I drink anymore
drink anymore,
oh, I drink anymore
I stole all the money
I could fit in my pockets
I stole it for you
yeah, I stole it for you
Then I went to find you
but you weren't around
you weren't around
oh, you weren't around
Sometimes my mind goes blank
and I just can't think straight
Darlin', darlin', darlin'
I got blood on my hands
I hope it ain't from you
I hope it ain't from you
