Always in the bad books, hairs always a mess. ress. A My heads a mess and don't you know... Never into good looks I know the mighty river, started with a Babylon I stomp my foot, the whole world shook, firmly with knowledge that this is not a fluke, oh no! I danced the heel of my black boot, the feather off my hat And looked the devil in the eye and said, theres no turning back no Oh Sour little sweetie, rather sweeter than the rest, Like my father figured my hairs always a mess Darling, (guitartabs.cc)