ain’t it sad,
my affection ain’t dead-set,
my passion ain’t locked yet.
I got this flittin’ pixie nature,
I got this pissin’ vapid stature.
ain’t it sad,
ain’t it sad,
ain’t it sad?
ain’t it sad I can’t commit?
‘n one ‘n only ‘n only,
just got the one,
only ‘n one.
growin’ up in old drafty houses,
growin’ up in good ol’ Kansas,
in quiet nights,
freight trains ‘n settlin’ wood.
drum-beat creaks ‘n draft-brew moans.
wrap them blankets close,
don’t let it in.
hold them cards close,
don’t let it in.
don’t, don’t let it in.
‘n boys, ‘n boys will be boys.
‘n Eastwood walks in, the man with no name,
cigar smoke ‘n stoic.
want to be him,
aim to be him.
don’t,
you don’t let ’em in.
