If your goodly wants your blood, you're dead*
If your woman wants you out, you're gone
If your womans ask for thought, you never drink
And when the mornin leaves your head, you drink til morn
And how I tried
I opened my heart and it's...
And now it's dry
And lost you I'm turncloakin'
Turncloakin'
When you walk, you walk surrounded
You're facin' up your cards surrounded
And tryin' to mate your livin' thought to own it
And after all I do and give, it's useless
And how I tried
I opened my heart and it's...
And now it's died
And lost you I'm turncloakin'