When I'm Stoned

It takes a lot of thought to write a love song this special

My baby loves me when I'm stoned

As long as I find my way home

No, my baby, she don't care

About the songs I sing or the clothes I wear

Loves the late night calls on the telephone

And my baby loves me when I'm stoned

Oh, she makes me see the picture and she makes me see red

She puts me on a pedestal and then messes with my head

She don't want me in an office or in a three-piece suit

She'd rather see me in dirty jeans and boots

My baby loves me when I'm stoned

As long as I find my way home

No, my baby, she don't care

About the songs I sing or the clothes I wear

Loves the late night calls on the telephone

And my baby loves me when I'm stoned

Every time that we're together, oh, she cuts all the slack

She knows I ain't myself until I knock a couple back

It'll lead your life to ruin, take you to an early grave

At least that's what those people always say

Well, my baby loves me when I'm stoned

As long as I find my way home

And, no, my baby, she don't care

'Bout the songs I sing or the clothes I wear

Loves the late night calls on the telephone

My baby loves me when I'm stoned

Ain't never gonna leave that girl alone

My baby loves me when I'm stoned

Thank y'all very much