It's checkout time
Time to pack up and leave
Leave behind this seedy motel of life
'Cos life's upped its prices once too often
And I can't afford to stay in single occupancy
Woe is me-
Even my calls for help weren't free.
I got them deep pressin' blues
Deeper than a bottomless pit
That thing I hear clawin' at the sides
Is my own soul fallin' down in it.
It's checkout time
Time to dig up my gun
I left it under Gideon's Bible
No God can blow away these blues
Like Smith and Wesson can
And I'm all dressed down
And I don't care where I go
But I'm sure gonna miss my cable T.V.
I got them deep pressin' blues
Deeper than a bottomless pit
That thing I hear clawin' at the sides
Is my own soul fallin' down in it.
It's checkout time
Time to pull the trigger
I can already hear ‘em cryin' and lyin'
Over my fine pine coffin
Single cemetery occupancy is one payment for all time
And I ain't payin'
So there I'll be stayin.'
I got them deep pressin' blues
Deeper than a bottomless pit
That thing I hear clawin' at the sides
Is my own soul fallin' down in it.
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