I've been good, and I've been good for nothing
I had it bad for something seems like a long time ago
And the dirt beneath my nails is not from some field of flowers
Sown by the April showers and what they may or may not bring
I always get lucky in the spring
I have been good for nothing
Loose lips are bound to sink ships
And many times I've watched my own self drown
Clinging fast to my lucidity
Like a life raft that's always sinking down
One big drink and then another
Pull my head down far beneath the waves
Where I'm living like a mermaid decked in stolen jewels
From the drowning men I've saved
I've been good, and I've been good for nothing
I had it bad for something seems like a long time ago
And the dirt beneath my nails is not from some field of flowers
Sown by the April showers and what they may or may not bring
I always get lucky in the spring
I have been good for nothing
Black crows break and scatter wide
The buckshot blast soaring out of sight
Clouds of heat and dust that rise up from the ground
On a slow and gasping flight
I'm bound to think about my brother
When August sucks the colors from the air
And Kudzu vines make tangled monsters
Of the trees where we first learned to play fair
Forgive and forget are words that never slid across my tongue
Revenge like a fleeting Christmas morning I knew when I was young
Put the toys back in their boxes
Let me tear the ribbons off them just once more
Inside my little box of bones a ray of light shines
Where I'm slowly keeping score
I've been good, and I've been good for nothing
I had it bad for something seems like a long time ago
And the dirt beneath my nails is not
From some field of flowers
Sung by the April showers and what they may or may not bring
I always get lucky in the spring
I have been good for nothing
I have been good for nothing