(Be My) Skin Caboose

And now you've got to give up every gain I see my knuckles in the rain When I awake I will be on you

Time keeps moving on, keeps moving on There comes a day when you'll be gone And on that day I will describe you

Like a desperado dancing on the devil's noose Six-shooter and a sniper is no use Lover, is no use

Woo – it's no use, it's no use, it's no use Woo – it's no use Woo, woo

Every song I write comes in on three I hope some day you'll come to see I couldn't get to four without you

You wind up in a jail with no bail You doth protest and no prevail I'll write a prison song about you

When every drop of moonshine has been used to spike the juice I'm bored to tears now watch me drop the deuce Gonna drop the deuce

Woo, drop the deuce, drop the deuce, drop the deuce Woo, drop the deuce Woo, woo

Love used to be something that you'd break in and buy I had an unlimited supply That was in the days when I used to slay Now it's all just crazier than cray, cray

And now you watch me drifting out to sea My only exit strategy Is coming back here to surround you

Time is up, I let you get the rest Tattoo my name upon your breast I should have guesses when I found you

The darling's on the record Let's have a little truce Come a little closer now and be my skin caboose Be my skin caboose

Woo, skin caboose, skin caboose, skin caboose Woo, skin caboose Woo, skin caboose, skin caboose, skin caboose Woo, skin caboose Woo