There ain't nothing so very good

As this love in its morning

When it comes with its promises

And leaves without warning



There ain't nothing I can do about

This fever in my head

Oh, things I can't say out loud,

Things that I dread



There ain't nothing so bad, now

As a good man done wrong

There's blood on my hands,

Honey now-

What have I done?

Honey what have I done



One day I woke up

Forgot all my dreams

And its driving me to distraction, honey

Would you listen to me, please



Every man is a prisoner

Of his own desire

Oh, good man get done some wrong

Gets caught in it's fire



There ain't nothing so bad, now

As a good man done wrong

There's blood on my hands,

Honey now,

what have we done?

Honey what have we done

(It was a slip of the tongue

now the plague has begun)