time for crawlin

The Dead South

Well these days things ain t been alright
My best friend s been a bottle nearly every night
So honey won t you let me in
I don t got much time as far as I can tell
Been walkin a line between heaven and hell
So honey won t you let me in
I just need somewhere to lay my head
And someone there to warm my bed
So honey won t you let me in (Let me in)
Now my bones they are a achin
From the choices I ve been makin
That keep draggin me away
from all the names I coulda taken
So honey won t you let me in
So honey won t you let me in
So honey won t you let me in

I need some help, I need a friend
I need some lovin baby come on let me in
Well I ve got more baggage than I can afford
That s why folks keep on catchin me knockin at their doors

And I know it s time for crawling
out of this hole in the ground
It s been too long running round
and round and round and round
I know I m not the one who s been paying off his debts
But the winds are gettin heavy here
so honey won t you let me in

Now that I ve been knockin at your door
For about half an hour or so, maybe more
My fists are gettin sore
So honey won t you let me in
Then I see an old pal just walkin on by
He says Come on man, you re lookin bone dry
So I took a big swig from his bottle and that was that
I just need somewhere to lay my head
And someone there to warm my bed
So honey won t you let me in (Let me in)
Now I m sittin right here all by my lonesome
Makin my home on a paving stone
Cause my honey won t let me in
Cause my honey won t let me in
Cause my honey won t let me in