Talkin’ Freewheelin’ Thievin’ Blues Keaton Henson

Ramblin' out?
I'm lying, man
I ain't be nowhere
I can't stand to leave my home or leave my bed
Goddamn!
She said "Cool, man, let's stay there"
I said "That's fine, I do not care where we are
Just let me be alone"
So I lost interest, she lost God
I came home and she got caught
I had hardly words to say
She said "Man, you got me!"
Hey...
I guess I'll be on my [sweet way?]

[Words?] were thrown and plates were hurled
I called her a little girl
She called me a Dylan fraud
I guess that's where I got caught

No, I don't drink, but if I did
This would be the part I had seen
About my lonely nights in jail
With all my paychecks spent on [bail?]
But in truth I've mainly sat
In my only and lonely flat
Got no friends, ain't got no cats
I've had words with my hands though