Last night in an alcohol lightnI walked awaynI felt, there was something not rightnBut couldn’t saynnYou say, it aint anythingnSmall talk runs thinnBut he’d stand naked for younIn an arctic windnnTell me I’m a clown to ever think you’d get around in other partsnAll those men left blue down in there britches left with stitches in there heartsnnI watched her do it to himnI watched dad breaknHow quick a big thing can end from a little mistakennTell me I’m a clown to ever think you’d get around in other partsnAll those men left blue down in there britches left with stitches in there hearts.nnSometimes it’s hard to tellnBut how it all might spillnPay phone the county jailnTell men