Moon Martin - Bad news

Moon Martin : Bad News

Baby, you ain't a man

Cause my heart's carried in your hand

Any fool can see

I love my misery

Bad news

It's born in my blood

Bad news

Some live to undo

Some live to be undone

Gray sky is growing dark

I feed on my own heart

Bad news

It's born in my blood

Bad news 

Mama, tell me what is wrong

That every time I sing this song

You know I find you on my mind

Bad news

Whispers of what you've done

Crazy I bought a gun

My fingers to your window

Whiskey's on my clothes

I'm bad news

It's born in my blood

Bad news

Bad news