A Hardened Sound

It’s a hardened sound, Hearing me cry. It’s a hardened sound hearing me cry. You don’t have to listen, though, If the note’s are too high. My hands are well worked, Playing on your bass. My hands haven’t ever hurt worse, Playing on your bass. “Baby let me quit now---it’s getting late.” You’re rotten mean screaming my name. You’re rotten mean when you scream my name. “Let’s take it easy---let’s take a break.” I wanna take your car, And drive away. I wanna take your car and Drive away. But you can’t come, no no, You have to stay. It’s a hardened sound hearing me cry. But you don’t have to listen cause the note’s are too high.