Candy - T.S.O.L.

I’m gonna tell you about Candy

Maybe you already know

Found her at a backyard party

So I took her home

She never gave me no feedback

So how was I to know that when it comes

To her cocaine, Candy don’t know

Candy ran me out of my money

Candy ran me out of my soul

I didn’t think it was funny

Too bad she never gonna make it

She never gonna make it all the way home

I packed my bags for New York City

I heard she had some friends

Found her at some big time party

And it never ends

She told me some lie about her money

I knew my soul was on ice

She had me playin' her game

And I paid the price

I ran out of my money

I ran out of my soul

I didn’t think it was funny

Too bad she never gonna make it

She never gonna make it all the way home

I found myself this roadside cafe

Thought maybe I’d get some rest

Candy walks in the front door

Goddamn, she’s lookin' her best

I knew that this was gonna be the last time

I’d get safe to speak my mind

I told her where she could go

She said she needed a ride

I ran out of my money

I ran out of my soul

I didn’t think it was funny

Too bad she never gonna make it

She never gonna make it all the way home

I woke up, I was in Georgia

Couldn’t believe my eyes

Candy walks into the barroom in a wicked disguise

I followed her to the back room

When I opened the door

I’m lookin' down the barrel of her 44

I ran out of my money

I ran out of my soul

I didn’t think it was funny

Too bad she never gonna make it

She never gonna make it all the way home