Album: Made in America

Guilty


Yeah baby, yeah I've been drinkin'
And I, I shouldn't come by, no
But I found myself in trouble
And I had nowhere else to go


Got some whiskey from the barman
I got some cocaine from my friends
I gotta keep on movin'
Til I'm back in your arms again


Guilty, yes I'm guilty
And I'll be guilty for the rest of my life
How come baby, how come I never do what I'm supposed to do
How come everything I try never turns out right?


You know how it is with me baby
You know I just can't stand myself
And it takes a whole lot of medicine darling
for me to pretend that I'm somebody else