The back 'o' my hand

Back'o'my hand, back'o'my hand
back'o'my hand is what you'll get
back'o'my hand, back'o'my hand
back'o'my hand to the back'o'your head
back'o'my hand is what you'll get
No more cookies, no more treats
Get out of the jar, get it through your head
Or the back'o'my hand is what you'll get
No more pudding, no more sweets
Life is bitter, too bitter to swallow
Get out of the jar, this ain't no time to wallow
Or the back'o'my hand is what you'll get

It's for your own good, I hope you understand
The back'o'my hand that is, back'o'my hand
It's for your own good, I hope realize
that I only mean well, though now you may despise
me but you'll thank me later
for the back'o'my hand
Back'o'my hand, back'o'my hand
back'o'my hand is what you'll get
back'o'my hand, back'o'my hand
back'o'my hand to the back'o'your head
back'o'my hand is what you'll get

You may feel lucky and you may be right and
you may even put up a good fight
but you ain't seen but half of it yet
no sense in ducking, if the right don't get you
then the left will and there ain't no place
for you to hide, ready or not here I come
Back'o'my hand, back'o'my hand
back'o'my hand is what you'll get
back'o'my hand, back'o'my hand
back'o'my hand to the back'o'your head
back'o'my hand is what you'll get
Life is bitter, too bitter to swallow
Get out of the jar, this ain't no time to wallow
Or the back'o'my hand is what you'll get

It's for your own good, I hope you understand
The back'o'my hand that is, back'o'my hand
It's for your own good, I hope realize
that I only mean well, although right you despise
me but you'll thank me later
for the back'o'my hand
Back'o'my hand, back'o'my hand
back'o'my hand is what you'll get
Back'o'my hand, back'o'my hand
back'o'my hand.

It feels like I'm dying

Oh babe, it feels... like I'm dying
I swear that it's true...I ain't lying
Oh babe, oh won't you hold me now

I think I'm dying
It feels like I'm dying
I feel pain in my body, I ain't never felt before
Oh baby please...I'm at your feet, on the floor
Sometimes I feel good
I feel much better than I should
Sometimes I feel so damn good
You know when baby
I think that you know
exactly and you know...
You know when I feel good
But listen to me baby
listen to me honeychild
It has been a long time
it has been a while
Oh babe it feels... like I'm dying
I swear that it's true, I ain't lying
Come over here by me
Come closer to me, my sweet little thing
And listen to me cuz...I ain't lying
Oh babe it feels... like I'm dying
I swear that it's true...I ain't lying
Oh babe, it feels... like I'm dying
I swear that it's true...I ain't lying
Oh babe, oh won't you hold me I'm dying
It feels like I'm dying

It don't come easy

It don't come easy
It ain't that hard to see
It don't come easy
In fact it don't come at all for me
I had a good life
But I gave it all away
I gave part of it to a needle
As for the rest
I cannot say
I have the heart of a young man
Bent broken and sore
I have the mind of a young man
I can't be him anymore
I could have met a woman
Instead I met myself
Somewhere between the needle
And the medicine on the shelf
It don't come easy
It ain't that hard to see
It don't come easy
In fact it don't come at all for me
I made decisions
and every day I pay
For the things I did
Mistakes I made
when choices came my way
I had a good life
But I gave it all away
It don't come easy
It ain't that hard to see
It don't come easy
In fact it don't come at all for me
I am stuck and frustrated
With the heart of a young man
Bent broken and sore
The mind of a young man
Who I can't be anymore
It don't come easy
It ain't that hard to see
It don't come easy
In fact it don't come at all for me
It don't come easy
It ain't that hard to see
It don't come easy
In fact it don't come at all for me
It don't come at all for me
No, no, no...
It don't come at all
for
me

Easy Blues

The blues they come so easily to me
The things that make me smile don’t happen much to me

The wife she says I bug her
Never do anything right
She even says I bug
Sometimes late at night
The kids are growing up much to fast
They think they know right from wrong
I don’t know where they found out
When it’s still not clear to me
Sometimes I don’t know which way to turn
So I can just be me
The blues they come so easily to me

The things that make me happy don’t ever happen to me
My life is such a struggle...

I work hard at everything I do
The more I sweat
The more pain I feel
The harder I work
The longer the road
Not sure why I feel like I do
But the blues sure come easily to me.

Easy Blues

The blues they come so easily to me
Cuz the things that make me smile
Well, they just don’t happen much to me
The wife she says I bug her
I never do anything right
She even says I bug
Sometimes late at night
The kids they're growing up much too fast
They think they know their right from wrong
I don’t know where they found out
I've been searching for so long
And it’s still not clear to me
Sometimes I don’t know which way to turn
So I can do what I want to
Just be me, so you see
The blues they come so easily
To me
The things that make me happy
Well, they just don’t ever happen to me
My life is such a struggle
I work hard at everything I do
The more I sweat
The more pain I feel
Is this my life
Is this for real
The harder I work
The longer the road
The weaker the wheel
Not sure why I feel like I do
But the blues sure come easily to me
Seems things in my life
Were never meant to be
At least not happy, not happy
For me
But one things for certain
On one thing we all agree
The blues
I said the blues
The blues sure come easily to me.