Lyrics

I used to be married Now I drag around the ring on a sling In a barrel of salt She gave me her 20's Gave her a painting by my mother Of a couple of marigolds I've barely been in my body since Obama Is it karma, this whole drama? Now my home ain't my home There's nowhere I can be And nobody I can trust So I'm just riding On this bus 'til I'm gone She dyed my clothes with marigold When they got old and pitiful The pigment is so beautiful But the stains are still visible This is not a parable This is real, it's painful Me and my demands were a handful Mostly shе lived up to her name though Last stop Man, you gotta gеt off I gotta take it on back to the depot Last stop Come on, pal, you gotta get off That Starbucks right there's open, mi amigo She dyed this coat with marigold But the stain is still visible This mess is not repairable And the aftertaste is terrible Last stop Come on, man, you gotta get off I gotta get it back to the depot Last stop You bro, Time to get off What, you ain't got no people? I used to be married Now I carry 'round the ring on a sling In a barrel of salt