Damn Yankees

Written by Tommy Shaw, Jack Blades, Ted Nugent
Mister please
Won't yo tell me I'm alright
I'm so lonely
I been thinking I could die
I got me a woman
She bled her soul
All over me
I think she's crazy
What you gonna do with me
Brother brother
Can't you hear them mission bells
Calling out
All them sinners bound for hell
Ain't no stranger
Been down that road before
So brother brother
Won't you tell me I'm alright
I'm alright
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Smoking mother nature into the dust
Yeah that's all I see
Praying to gods that are made out of rust
And thinking what you might have been
Now I suppose I could change my vows
Yeah that's all I need
Maybe some day you'll find me fishing
For the lock that fits with my key