Sadness - Greg Brown

Sadness come to my house

With a stinking bouquet

Smiled with her thin gray lips

And said, «Honey, I’m home to stay.»

And I said

«Go away and leave me alone

Go away and leave me.»

She handed me rotgut whiskey

And a lit cigarette

Danced all around my room and said

«Are we having fun yet?»

She took off her party dress

And her tear stained brassiere

Came so close I could smell her

And said «Kiss me here and here.»

She lay down on my bed

And open her thin legs

Raised up her arms and said

«Honey, I ain’t too proud to beg.»

She said, «Don't you remember

What you did to that one, to the other one, too?

Well, I’ve just come to do exactly

The very same thing to you.»

I said, «I'm gonna get out my shotgun

I’m gonna get out my Bowie knife —

And if you don’t clear on outta here

I’ll kill you within an inch of your life.»

She said, «Honey, I’ve come to love you

I’m gonna hook you 'til you burn —

And then I’ll go and you will never know

Just when I may return.»

I will go out in the mountains

Way out in the desert somewhere

Where the sun shines down on rocks and bushes

And there ain’t no Sadness there