Lyrics

Gentleman from the American South
Those sentiments and weed got ya kicked out
With whiskey over rocks and cash under table
Just local fees for installing the cable

You said you moved to busk in NYC
You’re not afraid to ramble yeah you're just like me
Singing for the pennies on the subway stoned
I smoked too, but never been disowned

Like you did
Come on kid, lay it out
Cuz I did
Come on kid
Let’s play it out

He was prone to drifting and to running around
I opened up my heart but now I’m burden bound
In hotel rooms I waited for a holler
Now I’m not gonna wait very much longer

For you kid
Now what did you figure out
Oh I did
Come on kid quit holding out

Can you tell that I’ve been stung?
Red and raised
No it ain’t no fun
Now a days
Sometimes being numb's
A saving grace
I get you, I get you

Can you tell that I’ve been stung?
After the pain
Is over and it’s done
It’s still ingrained
Sometimes being numb's
A saving grace
I get you, I get you, I get you, I get you

Can you tell that I’ve been stung?
No it ain’t no fun
Sometimes being numb's
A saving grace
I get you, I get you

Can you tell that I’ve been stung?
After the pain
Is over and it’s done
It’s still ingrained
Sometimes being numb's
A saving grace
I get you, I get you, I get you, I get you, I get you