YOU'VE GOT THE WAYS TO MAKE A POOR MAN STINK
GIRL, YOU GOT THE WAYS
FROM YOUR BAGGAGE TO YOUR OLD BLUE JEANS
GIRL, YOU GOT THE WAYS
THE SCAFFOLD BREAKS AND THE MOMENT SHE BLEEDS TURNING WATER INTO WINE
THE COMPANY STORE IS WHERE YOU SELL YOUR THINGS
GIRL IS THERE ANY DOUBT
YOU WANT TO BE MEAN BUT YOU'RE AS SWEET AS IT COMES
I COULD SELL YOU ROSES IN THE RAIN
YOU CAN FIND YOUR DEATH
BEFORE THE MORNING SUN
BUT THAT A'INT WHAT YOU KNOW
I WANT TO BE THERE WHEN YOU READ MY MIND
A JUMKY SAVIOR ON A MIDNIGHT TRIP
TURNING WATER INTO WINE
I'LL ASK YOU ONCE BEFORE I LET MYSELF IN
I'LL ASK YOU ONCE MORE BEFORE I LEAVE
TOO MANY HOURS SPENT
DIGGING THROUGH OUR GRAVES
TOO MANY MORE NOT KNOWING
THE LETTERS WRITTEN ARE FOR NO ONE
BUT YOURSELF
GIRL, YOU GOT THE WAYS
