The king of the jailhouse

And the queen of the road


Think sharing the burden will lighten the load


So they pack up their troubles

In an old Cadillac


That's her in the mirror, asleep in the back




Baby, there's something wrong with me


Baby, there's something wrong with me


Baby, there's something wrong with me

That I can't see


That I can't see




And they don't give the answers


At the end of the test


So you can't simply stand there and hope for the best

So wake me up at the border


When we reach Mexico


I'll tell you a secret I don't even know




Baby, there's something wrong with me


Baby, there's something wrong with me

Baby, there's something wrong with me


That I can't see


That I can't see




Honey, I don't wanna turn around


And go back there – do you?

I think you know something I don't know


That I need to




Baby, there's something wrong with me


Baby, there's something wrong with me


Baby, there's something wrong with me

That I can't see


That I can't see


That I can't see