| Song | Undone |
| Artist | Robert Earl Keen |
| Album | Picnic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Fire one up and you toss one down | |
| Everybody knows you been downtown | |
| Been downtown late last night | |
| Busted your head in a barroom fight | |
| Fightin’ with your brother fightin’ with your wife | |
| Seems you been fightin’ every day of your life | |
| Can’t stand still, still can’t run | |
| You put it all together but it came undone | |
| Your soul is junk, your brain is dust | |
| All your memories are eaten up with rust | |
| Your nightmares real, dreams too stark | |
| You love the night but you hate the dark | |
| Your mother your daddy little sister too | |
| Told you a secret they were countin’ on you | |
| You were dying to tell but your dad said son | |
| Button your lip but it come undone | |
| So they turned you out when you turned them in | |
| They told you don’t come back again | |
| Now the years stack up like old beer cans | |
| Dead end jobs payment plans | |
| Broke down trucks welfare checks | |
| Child support and back-seat sex | |
| You’d kill yourself but you hocked your gun | |
| You built a noose but it come undone | |
| So you’re livin’ in a shack bu you wanna be rich | |
| And you would if it wasn’t for the sonovabitch | |
| The sonovabitch the dirty old whore | |
| The butcher the baker the grocery store | |
| You hate them they hate you | |
| What in the world are you gonna do | |
| It ain’t your fault but they need someone | |
| To blame it on when they come undone | |
| Now the storm’s comin’ in the sky’s turned black | |
| It’s too late now you can’t turn back | |
| Lightnin’ strikes on the telephone wire | |
| You’re drunk as a skunk your shack’s on fire | |
| The wife took the baby and the other two kids | |
| The dogs are a-howlin’ and the chickens are dead | |
| It’s your last night out and you’re gonna have fun | |
| They’ll read it in the papers when you come undone |
| Fire one up and you toss one down | |
| Everybody knows you been downtown | |
| Been downtown late last night | |
| Busted your head in a barroom fight | |
| Fightin' with your brother fightin' with your wife | |
| Seems you been fightin' every day of your life | |
| Can' t stand still, still can' t run | |
| You put it all together but it came undone | |
| Your soul is junk, your brain is dust | |
| All your memories are eaten up with rust | |
| Your nightmares real, dreams too stark | |
| You love the night but you hate the dark | |
| Your mother your daddy little sister too | |
| Told you a secret they were countin' on you | |
| You were dying to tell but your dad said son | |
| Button your lip but it come undone | |
| So they turned you out when you turned them in | |
| They told you don' t come back again | |
| Now the years stack up like old beer cans | |
| Dead end jobs payment plans | |
| Broke down trucks welfare checks | |
| Child support and backseat sex | |
| You' d kill yourself but you hocked your gun | |
| You built a noose but it come undone | |
| So you' re livin' in a shack bu you wanna be rich | |
| And you would if it wasn' t for the sonovabitch | |
| The sonovabitch the dirty old whore | |
| The butcher the baker the grocery store | |
| You hate them they hate you | |
| What in the world are you gonna do | |
| It ain' t your fault but they need someone | |
| To blame it on when they come undone | |
| Now the storm' s comin' in the sky' s turned black | |
| It' s too late now you can' t turn back | |
| Lightnin' strikes on the telephone wire | |
| You' re drunk as a skunk your shack' s on fire | |
| The wife took the baby and the other two kids | |
| The dogs are ahowlin' and the chickens are dead | |
| It' s your last night out and you' re gonna have fun | |
| They' ll read it in the papers when you come undone |
| Fire one up and you toss one down | |
| Everybody knows you been downtown | |
| Been downtown late last night | |
| Busted your head in a barroom fight | |
| Fightin' with your brother fightin' with your wife | |
| Seems you been fightin' every day of your life | |
| Can' t stand still, still can' t run | |
| You put it all together but it came undone | |
| Your soul is junk, your brain is dust | |
| All your memories are eaten up with rust | |
| Your nightmares real, dreams too stark | |
| You love the night but you hate the dark | |
| Your mother your daddy little sister too | |
| Told you a secret they were countin' on you | |
| You were dying to tell but your dad said son | |
| Button your lip but it come undone | |
| So they turned you out when you turned them in | |
| They told you don' t come back again | |
| Now the years stack up like old beer cans | |
| Dead end jobs payment plans | |
| Broke down trucks welfare checks | |
| Child support and backseat sex | |
| You' d kill yourself but you hocked your gun | |
| You built a noose but it come undone | |
| So you' re livin' in a shack bu you wanna be rich | |
| And you would if it wasn' t for the sonovabitch | |
| The sonovabitch the dirty old whore | |
| The butcher the baker the grocery store | |
| You hate them they hate you | |
| What in the world are you gonna do | |
| It ain' t your fault but they need someone | |
| To blame it on when they come undone | |
| Now the storm' s comin' in the sky' s turned black | |
| It' s too late now you can' t turn back | |
| Lightnin' strikes on the telephone wire | |
| You' re drunk as a skunk your shack' s on fire | |
| The wife took the baby and the other two kids | |
| The dogs are ahowlin' and the chickens are dead | |
| It' s your last night out and you' re gonna have fun | |
| They' ll read it in the papers when you come undone |