Fancy Ideas

Well, I don't want you puttin' words in my hands

That is to say, don't tell me what to do

Well, you might be a better man, you might have a better plan

Well, I ain't no fightin' man myself, but I ain't afraid of you

And yes it's true that I am crazy, as if you didn't know

Guess I'm crazier than you, as if it doesn't show

Well, at the age of three, my papa said to me

Son, you'll be a gamblin' man

I had a smile on my poker face and I said, "I already am"

Those fancy ideas are your lies in disguise

Don't try to bring your trouble self on me

'Cause I ain't nobody's fool, and I'm just blind enough to see

I can't live your life for you, you can't live your life for me

You don't seem to hear me when I sing the blues

And I can't trust you with the truth

So don't sing your blues to me

Well, I ain't no preacher man, just an honest fool

Who's been feedin' your fire, and I expect the same from you

Take your fancy ideas and keep them to yourself

I know right from wrong

You can't teach me nothin' else

Your fancy ideas are just lies in disguise

Don't try to blame your troubles on me

'Cause, hey, I ain't nobody's fool