Lyrics Old 97’s – Stoned

Well I must have been stoned when this whole started,
‘Cause I just can’t seem to think straight anymore.

Can’t figure out where I’m at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico.
I think you’re swell but I ain’t gonna tell you so.

Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg.
Well I’m flat broke, I’ve been smoking butts for days.

You say, «Maybe you can stay with me.» I say, «Lady, that’s a dangerous plan.»
You’re quite a woman, but I don’t wanna be your man.
You’re quite a kisser, but listen close and understand.

Take a letter to God. «Dear Sir: I’m dissatisfied.
Well it ain’t your fault they keep pouring salt on my heart.

All I need is a brief reprieve. I keep leaving. I ain’t gettin’ nowhere.»
Won’t you linger, let me run my fingers through your hair?
Won’t you stay? I can’t play like I don’t care.
I think you’re dope, and I hope I’m making myself clear.
I think you’re fly and that’s why I’m getting out of here.

Well, I must have been stoned.
Good Lord, I wish I’d been stoned.