The Dead South - Time for Crawlin'

The Dead South - Time for Crawlin' with tags the dead south, illusion & doubt, time for crawlin', banjo, mandolin, acoustic guitar, cello, bluegrass

Lyrics:

Well these days things ain't been alright

My best friend's been a bottle nearly every night

So honey won't you let me in

I don't got much time as far as I can tell

Been walkin' a line between heaven and hell

So honey won't you let me in

I just need somewhere to lay my head

And someone there to warm my bed

So honey won't you let me in (Let me in)

Now my bones they are a achin'

From the choices I've been makin'

That keep draggin' me away from all the names I coulda taken

So honey won't you let me in

So honey won't you let me in

So honey won't you let me in

I need some help, I need a friend, I need some lovin' baby come on let me in

Well I've got more baggage than I can afford

That's why folks keep on catchin' me knockin' at their doors

And I know it's time for crawling out of this hole in the ground

It's been too long running round and round and round and round

I know I'm not the one who's been paying off his debts

But the winds are gettin' heavy here so honey won't you let me in

Now that I've been knockin' at your door

For about half an hour or so, maybe more

My fists are gettin' sore

So honey won't you let me in

Then I see an old pal just walkin' on by

He says "Come on man, you're lookin' bone dry"

So I took a big swig from his bottle and that was that

I just need somewhere to lay my head

And someone there to warm my bed

So honey won't you let me in (Let me in)

Now I'm sittin' right here all by my lonesome

Makin' my home on a paving stone

Cause my honey won't let me in

Cause my honey won't let me in

Cause my honey won't let me in