So you think the girl is crazy. To eat up your lies like it's good. (Your lies like apple pie). (She don't even cry). She is not a fool. She's just tryin' to do what her heart says to.
Five o'clock in the mornin', I'm already up and gone. Lord, I'm so tired, how long can this go on. . 'Cause I making little money, hauling coal by the ton.