Baby, I bet your ears have been burnin'. 'Cause the fence-post gossip wheels have been turnin'. They're sayin' you gave your love and got taken. And once again your heart is breakin'.
Well, I was born a-kickin', Lord, bound to die the same. Son of a son of a man on the run, reared on raisin' Cain. Mama put lead in my boots to keep me on the ground.