Blood On My Hands

Darlin', darlin', darlin'

I got blood on my hands

I hope it ain't from you

I hope it ain't from you

Vultures circle around

every place that I go

I beat'em off with a stick

I beat'em off with a stick

Sometimes my mind goes blank

and I just can't think straight

I took up drinkin' whiskey

'cause it made me feel sick

it made me feel sick

oh, it made me feel sick

Now it is the only thing I drink anymore

drink anymore,

oh, I drink anymore

I stole all the money

I could fit in my pockets

I stole it for you

yeah, I stole it for you

Then I went to find you

but you weren't around

you weren't around

oh, you weren't around

Sometimes my mind goes blank

and I just can't think straight

Darlin', darlin', darlin'

I got blood on my hands

I hope it ain't from you

I hope it ain't from you