Alabama 3 - Muleskinner Blues lyrics

You wear your heart on your sleeve Like the scars on a muleskinner's back and your car won't start You curse the mechanics from the wrong side of the tracks Everybody's been busted, everybody's been whacked So baby, baby, baby why don't you take me back Chorus Beat me black beat me blue I can beat myself up better than you could ever do Beat me black, beat me blue I can beat myself up better than you could ever do Sweet referee get off your knees The bells are ringing when the whistle blows I got a mind like a new york sewer You're a headache that no pill can cure I got a mind like a New York sewer You're a headache that no headache pill can cure My conscience is so dim, I'm gonna sink I can't swim This time back over the river, the river to you