You Just Can’t Win – The Dead Weather
One more coffee
One more cigarette
One more morning trying to forget.
If I had a chance
To join your dance
I wouldn’t like to bet,
Your game is something yet
It’s a shame,
Ain’t natural for you,
Baby, it’s a sin,
To know you just can’t win
When you are in.
You used to ride on buses
Take a Greyhound to Birmingham.
Now you go by aeroplane honey
Don’t let nothing bring you down
And i know that nothin can.
It’s a shame,
Ain’t natural for you,
Baby, it’s a sin,
Don’t you know you just can’t win
When you are in, when you are in.
Now the road is dark and lonely,
But you are in your brend new mode.
You’re up in Manhattan now
And I’m somewhere downin Savannah
Way down Bellow.
It’s a shame,
Ain’t natural for you,
Baby, it’s a sin,
Don’t you know you just can’t win
O, you just can’t win,
O, you just can’t win
When you are in.
