Ray Wylie Hubbard Three days straight I'm going down to the police station Just go on and turn myself in For all the bad things I been doing Then maybe I won't do 'em again 7 old dogs in the backyard 6 cat gut strings on an old guitar 3 days straight I been puttin' Everything I own in an old mason jar I went down to the Mobile depot Wanted to see Mr. Garfield's train All I saw was people cryin' Creosote smoke and falling rain 7 last word to the faithful 6 shades of gray on a piece of wood 3 days straight I been sinking, I ain't been doing what I should I went down to see the fortuneteller, Gonna get my future read She looked at my hand, said "It's bad" Crossed her eyes and fell back dead 7 miles as the crow flies 6 black birds flying somewhere 3 days straight I been thirsty, it's gettin' to where I don't care So I benn standing in muddy water Waitin' for the sun to shine I ain't been doin' what I ought to Ol' crystall ball don't sympathize 7x 7 is 49 6 x 9 is 54 3 days straight I been thinkin', Well I ain't gonna do that no more Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard Copyright 2000 Mt. Kharma Music (Ascap), Administered by Bug Music