High Head Blues - The Black Crowes

Sometimes I have a ghetto in my mind

Other times sunshine high head fine

In between I get cold, old mean

Intertwined with country pride open and kind

This draws a line

Sorry to coin a phrase

On either side is wisdom and rage

So keeping track of time

Racing with my age

Sleeping with the snakes

Forget that you showed up late

It ain’t worth it baby

A charmed life it is

At least they tell yo so

I got a good idea

It ain’t like they say is so

And if it is then let me go

Let me go

Any day there might be hell to pay

But in other ways

It makes it seem ok

I’ll tell you what I mean

It’s not a plot nor a scheme

It’s just peace in my mind

Again can I use the word kind

I ain’t sorry about it baby