I've been sittin' 'round thinkin' 'bout my time And how nothin' ever seems to come of it Then I wonder why I ever try When all my seeds just end up dry Pre CH: I got my problems and I know that I don't want em so I should be moving on... I gotta run baby, I gotta run mama I just got to run out of here I'm gonna run baby, I've gotta run and maybe I'm just gonna run right out of here You tell me not to sit around just thinkin' about this life I've had But it's just so hard, to not Think about The good, the ugly and the sad But lord Things have gone my way I guess it's not so bad so why am I so mad Let me tell ya - Pre CH: