Lyrics by Grace Potter
Music by Potter / Tournet / Dondero / Burr
I came back home with a jewel missing out of my crown.
Let me inside, put my empty bags on the ground.
Open this door, come on I’m not messing around.
I can’t believe I’m standing here; you used to call me proud.
Well, believe me I’ll be gone by the time you get back from work;
I just left a few things I don’t want no one to get hurt.
Just give me back my hammer, give me back my nail,
give me back my jeans and my J.J. Cale,
give me back my box with the quarter-inch cable
And don’t forget my toothbrush and my table.
You got a good thing going on I wouldn’t want to take you away,
C’est la vie, so it goes dirty business or so they say.
I know I done you wrong but here we are face to face.
Boy, I sure am glad I don’t have to hang around this place.
Well believe me, baby this ain’t fun for you or me neither,
so get out of my way or I’ll start blasting Cat Scratch Fever.
Just give me back my hammer, give me back my nail,
give me back my jeans and my J.J. Cale,
give me back my box with the quarter-inch cable
And don’t forget my toothbrush and my table.
I don’t care which way you think the story might have went.
I’ve already recollected all the love I wish I had not spent.
Baby, you know I paid more than my share of the rent.
There ain’t nothing in my heart for you accept a big old dent.
Try to pin it down, try to tear it up or try to get me gone;
I’ll just need a few things for the road that I’ll be on.
Just give me back my hammer, give me back my nail,
give me back my jeans and my J.J. Cale,
give me back my box with the quarter-inch cable
And don’t forget my toothbrush and my table.

Lyrics by Grace Potter
Music by Potter / Tournet / Dondero / Burr I believe you try to read too much between the lines
and you wonder why I don’t separate my heart from my mind.
Broken down; let go. You always seem to be in the know
and you move me just so I can’t tell if you’re for real or for show
well, you’re setting me up for the big collide:
All I know is that you’re taking me for some kind of ride.

Got your hands on the wheel I can’t believe how you make me feel
you let me down so hard I fall over like a playing card.
And I believe the lies till they hit me right between the eyes
open up come inside you’ll be surprised what you might find
well, you’re setting me up for the big collide:
All I know is that you’re taking me for some kind of ride.

Lyrics by Grace Potter
Music by Potter / Tournet / Dondero / Burr O lord I think I’m falling; to my disbelief,
I’m cursing like a sailor and lying like a thief.
It’s hard to heed the calling from the better side me
when I’m blaming everybody else and no one’s coming clean.
O lord can you see my thick skin wearing thin
and the demons of a lesser me are beckoning me in.
Those who gathered ‘round me – I’m watching them all leave;
cause I am my own ragged company.
You can take a trip to China or take a boat to Spain,
take a blue canoe around the world and never come back again,
but traveling don’t change a thing, it only makes it worse,
unless the trip you take is in to change your cruel course,
‘cause every town’s got a mirror and every mirror still shows me
that I am my own ragged company.
Won’t you help me lord, won’t you help me lord
Someone cut the cord, and I’m falling down again

O lord it’s lonely, lord it’s mighty cold
and I don’t want to live this way; afraid of growing old.
It’s hard to heed the warning when you cannot see the crime
the only way to remember is to forget in a rhyme.
And I’m scared to tread the red road that leads to Galilee,
cause I am my own ragged company.

Lyrics by Grace Potter
Music by Potter / Tournet / Dondero / Burr He’s gone to find his way again
He said he lost his only friend
He’s go a jar of cash to spend
He’s running off just like he done before
And he made a stop down at the track
Sold his favorite leather hat
Told the man he won’t be back
And rounded out an old unsettled score

But oooh, this ain’t the first time that I’ve been left behind.

I’d cook his lunch and wash his clothes
He’d tend the fence and shoot the crows
Somewhere in there we got close
They say a handy man is hard to find
He bought the farm I sold my car
He left me with a silver scar
He’s colder than a steel guitar
He always warned he ain’t the loving kind
I told him ooooh, this ain’t the first time I’ve been left behind.
Some days I cry like a child
Other days I ramble wild
He’s got me so god-damned beguiled
I don’t even know his middle name
He’s been lost and found before
But I’ve stopped waiting by the door
I still love him to the core
I only wish that he could do the same
Ooooh, this ain’t the first time I’ve been left behind.
He don’t call, and he don’t write
He slips on in after midnight
I never turn off my porch light
He always finds his way back to my place
I never asked him for a ring
He gave me this old song to sing
And helped himself to everything
And now I’m here without a speck of grace

But ooooh, this ain’t the first time I’ve been left behind.

Lyrics by Grace Potter
Music by Potter / Tournet / Dondero / Burr Treat me right don’t you let me down
you brush me off and you run around.
I have tried to get through to you
but love and leave is all you do.
Treat me right don’t you do me wrong
play for keeps don’t just play along.
You say you love me but you don’t say it right.
I’m at the end of a tunnel but there ain’t no light.
And like so many done before
you always leave me wanting more
and as you walk right out that door
my heart falls to the floor and I say;
come on come on come on
you’ve got to treat me right all the time,
squeeze me like a key lime.
Come on come on come on
you’ve got to quit the fight and fall into the night.

Treat me right every single day
stick around, don’t you run away.
I will give you all the love I got
if you’d just entertain the thought,
But like so many done before
you always leave me wanting more
and as you walk right out that door
my heart falls to the floor and I say;
come on come on come on
you’ve got to treat me right all the time,
squeeze me like a key lime.
Come on come on come on
you’ve got to quit the fight and fall into the night.
Please love, won’t you do me like you done before
Please love, can’t we stop this keeping score
Please love, let me in don’t lock this door
Give me all the love that I know you can afford
come on come on come on
you’ve got to treat me right all the time,
squeeze me like a key lime.
Come on come on come on
you’ve got to quit the fight and fall into the night.

Lyrics by Grace Potter
Music by Potter / Tournet / Burr Tuesday night feet on the floor
keys in hand headed out that door
I look to you but you don’t look back
there’s a slow train coming with a clickety-clack
come on baby give it to me
if I chase you’re running up that tree
seems there’s nothing I can do
to get a little bit of love from the hands of you
you’ve got the sweetest little hands
on this side of the Rio Grande
and if you love me you’ve got to love me right
so take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight

it’s like touch and go without the touch
it’s all I ask but it’s still too much
you’ve got to love me tender
you’ve got to love me tough
but what you’re giving me just ain’t enough
you’ve got the sweetest little hands
on this side of the Rio Grande
and if you love me you’ve got to love me right
so take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight

Tuesday night feet on the floor
keys in hand headed out that door
I look to you but you don’t look back
there’s a slow train coming with a clickety-clack
you’ve got the sweetest little hands
on this side of the Rio Grande
and if you love me you’ve got to love me right
so take your sticky little fingers and hold me tight

Lyrics by Grace Potter
Music by Potter / Tournet / Dondero / Burr I come home from working hard
I pull up to my yard
and there’s a man I used to know.

He used to love me right,
but then we had a little fight
and now he’s on parole.
Well, he’s looking mighty mean,
he’s like to cause a scene
just hit reverse and pull out slow.

And don’t pay no mind to Joey
cause Joey don’t treat me good no more.
He wears his shirt un-tucked,
he’s got one eye covered up
and he’s got a big old forty-four.

He likes to drink til late,
then he’ll break down your gate
and he’ll throw you to the floor.
When he looks me in the eye,
he’ll hit me til I cry
and he’s trying to get inside my door.
And don’t pay no mind to Joey
cause Joey don’t treat me good no more.
Can’t even stomp and shout
‘cause it’s all over now
and there ain’t nothing left to say.
And don’t pay no mind to Joey
cause Joey don’t treat me good no more.

He saw me with another man,
but he did not understand
that I grew up with him in the same crib.
Well Joey started flaming red,
he didn’t hear a word I said
and now my brother’s got a broken rib.

Well, the judge and jury all agreed,
that Joey did a dirty deed
and fifty yards is what the order said.
And don’t pay no mind to Joey
cause Joey don’t treat me good no more.

He didn’t understand,
the judge raised up his hand
and said ‘you’d better leave that girl alone’.
Leave her alone
And don’t pay no mind to Joey
cause Joey don’t treat me good no more.

Lyrics by Grace Potter
Music by Potter / Tournet You stormed out of my house,
quarter after two.
You stormed out of my house,
quarter after two.
But by sixteen after, baby,
I was crying over you.
You turned on your engine
and I watched you drive away.
You turned on your engine
and I watched you drive away.
But I’m such a big headed woman
I could never make you stay.
Well, I told your mama,
you’re like the dirt beneath my toes.
Well, I told your mama,
you’re like the dirt beneath my toes.
But deep down in my heart
I know you’re made of solid gold.

Well I’m a big headed woman
I can live alone, yes I can.
Well I’m a big headed woman
I can live alone, yes I can.
But I’d live a little better baby,
with my great big headed man.
You stormed out of my house,
quarter after two.
You stormed out of my house,
quarter after two.
But about seven minutes later, baby,
I was loving your brother Lou.

Lyrics by Grace Potter
Music by Potter / Tournet / Dondero / Burr I’ve forgotten the reasons for loving you.
I’ve forgotten the love that you gave.
All the days on the run, sitting shotgun,
all the things that I loved, all but one.
I know better than to tell you I miss you.
I know how hard it was just to go,
but I’ve forgotten the fun, it set with the sun,
all the things that I loved, all but one.
There’s just one thing I’ll hold to forever.
There’s just one little glint in your eye.
And it will haunt me inside like the devil;
no matter how hard I try.

I’ve forgotten the reasons for loving you.
I’ve forgotten the love that you gave.
All the days on the run, sitting shotgun,
all the things that I loved, all but one.

Music by Potter / Tournet / Dondero / Burr Instrumental

Lyrics by Grace Potter
Music by Potter / Tournet / Dondero / Burr I have seen what man can do
when the evil lives inside of you.
Many are the weak and the strong are few,
but with the water we’ll star anew.
Take me down to the levy
take me down to the stream
take me down to the water,
we’re gonna wash our souls clean
take me down to the river
take me down to the lake
yes we’ll all got together,
we’re gonna do it for the good lord’s sake.
I have fallen so many times
for the Devil’s sweet cunning rhymes.
This old world has brought me pain
but there’s hope for me again.

Take me down to the levy
take me down to the stream
take me down to the water,
we’re gonna wash our souls clean
take me down to the river
take me down to the lake
yes we’ll all got together,
we’re gonna do it for the good lord’s sake.
Tried my hand at the bible,
tried my hand at prayer,
but now nothing but the water
is gonna bring my soul to bear,
but now nothing but the water
is gonna bring my soul to bear.

Lyrics by Grace Potter
Music by Potter / Tournet / Dondero / Burr I have tried to find my way,
make it through to a better day,
I have cried a mighty song
but in the morning everything was gone
so come on water, sweet water wash me down.

I have tried so many times
to put out the Devil’s fire
but every time I sit down to pray
the Devil’s charm pulls me away
so come on water, sweet water wash me down.

Up in heaven they know the rule.
You’ve got to get down to the bathing pool
everybody, got to get in line
cause down at the river we’re doing fine
with the water sweet water wash me down.

Now I’m ready it’s my time.
If I give a nickel I might get a dime
only the water can help me now
I’ll find glory somewhere somehow
with the water, sweet water wash me down.

Tried my hand at the bible,
tried my hand at prayer,
but now nothing but the water
is gonna bring my soul to bear,
but now nothing but the water
is gonna bring my soul to bear.