Forty nine reasons all in a line
All of them good ones, all of them lies
Drifting with my lady, we're oldest of friends
Need a little work and there's fences to mend
Steady girl, she was my world
Till the drifter come, now she's gone
I let that man play his hand
I let them go, how was I to know
I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please
Now it's over, they left in the spring
Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things
Something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to be ware
We got to stop children, watch that sound
Look what's going down
What a field day, what a heat
And there's a thousand people on the street
Singing songs and care inside
