Ballad Of 1892 (Live AF Version)

Laid up in the house full of hookers and wine

My baby's in the back done committin' a crime

Bedtime's ahead and good times behind

Ain't no rest for a good-lovin' mind

Locked up in the pen, laid up in the cell

The preacher wanna tell me that he knows about hell

Never had a job, ain't never had a home

He don't know what it's like to be all alone

My baby gets high

Walkin' the line

My baby gets high

Twenty pages in I couldn't read any more

This woman's singin' things I never heard before

Like I can't afford to fall, can't afford to slip

Pain to the love and the love to the whip

My baby gets high

Walkin' the line

My baby gets high

Laid up in the house full of hookers and wine

My baby's in the back done committin' a crime

Bedtime's ahead and good times behind

Ain't no rest for a good-lovin' mind

My baby gets high

Walkin' the line

My baby gets high

My baby gets high

Walkin' the line

My baby gets high

Walkin' the line

My baby gets high