Bad News Knockin' - Roger Alan Wade

Late night headlight through the bedroom blinds

Old dog hides his head beneath the bed and whines

Blonde hair in yellow light looks like golden twine

We’ve both seen that silhouette before

I got bad news knockin' at my door

The rhythm of her rappin' on the rusty front door screen

Sounds like a hurricane blowed up from New Orleans

She’s totin' stolen aces, best I got is queens

We’ve been through this a time or two before

I’ve got bad news knockin' at my door

W met up in Saint Angelo across the Rio Grand

Thumbd her way to Matamoros, had a mystic read her hand

That diablo woman told me I see trouble up ahead

She’ll turn you inside out and makes you’s wish that you was dead

I pulled the curtain back from the window pane

My worst fear was confirmed, it was her there in the rain

I wish that she was gone and I was on a train, headed somewheres west of

Baltimore

I got bad news knockin' at my door

I got bad news knockin' at my door

I got bad news knockin' at my door