Mike The Intern

Ain’t good for nothin  

I was cutting the rug

Carry me home to see my kin

Two feets they come a creepin

Seven years of hard luck, comin’ down on me

I was trying to catch your eyes

My eyes are wide open

All I want is the truth

Sometime I wonder why you do these things to me

We used to ride, baby

Hey, why don’t you go down to the supermarket?

You make a grown man cry

You introduced me to my mind

Everywhere is misery and woe

Can’t find the key to fit the lock on your heart

Will the sun rise up tomorrow bringing peace in any way?

Straight people don’t know what you’re about

The clouds never expect it when it rains

You in the moonlight

Even after the glitter fades

Same old line you used to use before

And we fight for the northern star

Out here in the fields

And when I want to go home, I’m going mobile

I’ll sing my song to the wide open spaces

Gonna buy a fast car, put on my lead boots, and take a long, long drive

Out here in the fields

Workin’ hard to get my fill

Looking around for the feelin’

Leading the wild and restless

It’s been a mystery

Livin’ just to find emotion

It’s the root of evil and you know the rest

Thinkin’ about all the things that we said

Aren’t we the same two people?

Do you remember back in nineteen sixty-six?

I got my brown paper bag and my take-home pay

I’m your charity case so buy me something to eat

And I hear it’s tight most ev’ry night  

You got me so I don’t know what I’m doin’

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand

We’re comin’ to your town, we’ll help you party it down

Now holidays come and then they go

Life is so strange when its changin’, yes indeed

I don’t care what they may say

Well, say that you’ll be true

Won’t you tell me if I’m coming on too strong?

I’m gonna win