false hearted lover

[ktm390]

not sure-


False hearts have been my downfall
Pretty women have been my craze
I'm sure my false hearted lover
Will drive me to my lonesome grave

They'll bite the hand that feeds them
Spend all the money you can save
From your heart strings weave silk garters
Build a dog house on your grave

When my earthly stay is over
Sink my dead body in the sea
Just tell my false hearted lover
That the whales will watch over me

Ragged clothes dropping from my body
The wolf howls around my door
The man who won my darling girl
Will feel the bite of my forty four

Corn whiskey has wrecked my body
A false hearted lover is a bearing on my mind
I've roamed the whole world over
Pleasure on earth I cannot find

When my earthly stay is over
Sink my dead body in the sea
Just tell my false hearted lover
That the whales will watch over me

If I meet my darling girl again
I'll tell her all about my troubles
Give her these false hearted lover's blues
And leave her stranded in the shallows

All men take this timely warning
It is both for young and old
Don't try to buy a woman's love
With the last dollar of your gold

Take warning you fair young ladies
If your love and honor you have sold
The men will have no use for you
When your dark hair turns to gold

When my earthly stay is over
Sink my dead body in the sea
Just tell my false hearted lover
That the whales will watch over me

[ktm390]

gg

Sitting in this room, dark and gloom
Four walls look to me to be Hell
Sitting in this room sucks so bad
And I might as well be off in jail

Everybody outside these walls to me seem so plastic
They seem so phony and so unreal

They tell you do this, don't do that
Do this, don't do that
Do this, don't do that
Do this, don't do that
Do this, don't do that
It makes me sick

In this room, dark and gloom
Four walls of Hell, I'd rather be inside a tomb
Oh, in this room with my needle and my spoon, all by myself
I'm making love to myself inside this room

Sitting in this room I want to die
I want to die, I want to die

Death is in this room
And you know death is often these days on my mind

I'm sick, I'm sick
I'm sick, I'm sick
I'm sick, I'm sick
I'm sick, I'm sick
I'm sick and all things must pass away some day

But in this room, all dark and gloom
Four walls of Hell, I'd rather be inside my tomb
Oh, in this room, with my needle and my spoon, by myself
I'm making love to myself inside this room

Oh, in this room, with my needle and my spoon
And a bottle in my arm, pills in my mouth in this room
Oh, in this room, four walls of Hell inside this room
I'm making love to myself inside this room

Sitting in this room, I want to die
I want to die, I want to die