Won't you run
Underneath the door
Take my home
Treat it as your own
My mother told me don't you run away
Because it takes a man to keep them
Hungry but I'm so damn cold
And if this blood don't turn to gold
I think I'm doomed
Ooh, Ooh, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
The time has come my friend to run
I bid you please to take the roses
An the loaded gun I left you
'Cause I'm hopin' now you find somehow
That I'm so damn cold
And if this blood don't turn to gold
I think I'm doomed
Ooh, Yeah, Yeah