I don’t need another lover
I don’t need another friend
I don’t need another angel who’ll love me till the end

And when the boys go talkin’ about their girls
How they string ‘em along
That’s just the boys talkin’ about their girls
I ain’t nowhere around

‘Cause I got you and you’ve got me
And we’ve got love comin’ down
Love sweet love
Love sweet love
Love sweet love

No, I don’t need another lover
No, I don’t need another friend
Then she brings that coffee cup down hard on the table
Like she was diggin’ a grave
She makes a wide-angle slash ‘cross my mid-section
With a permanent marker
And it was red
So I told that samurai freak-show mama what I thought she wanted to hear
What she wanted she wanted

That’s when the boys go talkin’ about their girls
How they could do better
But baby when you’re talking to me
There ain’t no other sound

‘Cause I got you and you’ve got me
And we’ve got love comin’ down
Love sweet love
Love sweet love
Love sweet love

Love sweet love
Love sweet love
‘Cause I got you and you’ve got me
And we’ve got love comin’ down
Love sweet love
Love sweet love
Love sweet love
Yeah

I know an old man who hangs around most of the time
Walkin’ on the beach
Says that he lost touch so long ago that it’s too late
To get back into reach
So he bides his time drinkin’ free cold coffee and at night
He drinks cheap wine

You can find him sometimes in a little café at the end
The end of Marine
Says it’s a real nice place ‘cause a cup costs him nothing and usually
The counters are clean
So he watches the trains through his navy-rum dream
He says it’s a shame
Like a picture with no frame

It’s like a picture
Yeah
Like a picture with no frame
It’s like a picture with no frame

He told me once that if you live too long
You soon become too old
Then you know that those lines of life in the mirror say to you
Your story’s been told
So you get caught by time and it drags you behind
And it leaves you
Drinking cold coffee and cheap wine

There’s a young man who hangs around most of the time
Walking on the beach
Walking on the beach
Thinks that he lost touch so long ago that it’s too late
To get back into reach
And he can’t understand that the world is his plan
It’s drawn in the sand
Yeah, it is

It’s like a picture
Yeah
Like a picture with no frame
It’s like a picture with no frame

It’s like a picture with no frame
It’s like a picture with no frame
It’s like a picture with no frame
It’s like a picture with no frame

I came into town a six-shooter
And I left with only two
And thought I was lucky at that
But when I came in I put my money down and I said
I said there’s gold here and it’s mine
All mine

Yeah, sure there’s gold out there in those hills, she said
And some dig it out and some stumble on it
And then there’s the ones, she said
End up the creek
And then there’s the ones, she said
Chew a leg off to be free

Lead
Get your hands off of my gold
Or I’ll give you some lead
Don’t even look at it
I’ll say it again
Lead
Get your hands off of my gold
By now I’d trade a river of it to get my hands on my soul
Hands on my soul

People gonna come around now baby try and take you down
People gonna come around maybe try and steal your crown
Shake you down
Tell ‘em
Sure you can refuse my gold and you’ll just go down like all the rest
But anybody try and muck with my winnings or anything else
I’ll fill ‘em full of lead

Lead
Get your hands off of my gold
Or I’ll give you some lead
Don’t even look at it
I’ll say it again
Get your hands off of my gold
Dig it
Lead, yeah
Hold on or let go?
Go big or go home

Get your hands off of my gold
Or I’ll trade you some lead
Don’t even look at it
I’ll won’t tell you again
Get your hands off of my gold
By now I’d trade a mountain of it to warm up my feet
They’re so cold

Just warm up my feet they’re so cold

Hey!
You!
Get the hell out of my garden!