What Made You Think Lyrics

What makes you think they'll take you back to New Orleans?

What makes you think they'll take you back to New Orleans?

You've got a hole in your pocket buddy

You've got a hole in your jeans

What makes you think they'll take you back to old Saint Paul?

What makes you think they'll take you back to old Saint Paul?

You've been there once

And now they don't want you there at all

What makes you think they want you around this town?

What makes you think they want you around this town?

They did pretty good

For all those days that you weren't around

What makes you think they want you when you land in jail?

What makes you think they want you when you land in jail?

You get outside

And you find that it's cold as hell

What makes you think they might want you when you're dead and gone?

What makes you think they might want you when you're dead and gone?

Ain't missed you yet baby

Ain't going to miss you for very long

What makes you think I might think of you at night?

What makes you think I might think of you at night?

You must be thinking

That I'm not thinking right

What makes you think I might land in your back yard?

What makes you think I might land in your back yard?

Last time I fell I fell there pretty hard

And I ain't going back no more

What make you think I might see you in my eyes?

When I look in the mirror and I get a big surprise

The sinners are dumb

And I am deaf and wise

I can't hear your voice

I can hear you smile

I can't see you baby when you're walking a mile away from me

When the long light comes on down

What makes you think I think when you're not around?

What makes you think I might look out my window at night?

And think of the times that we spent neath the candlelight

Light up that heater baby

I think that I'm about to ride

I can't resist when you come crossing my path

I can't resist when you come walking across my path

And though it ain't very funny honey

I just got to laugh

Cause I've been writing inside of that hotel room

I've been writing about all the pain and gloom

I've been writing down in the sleazy pubs

I was thinking I could use maybe a couple hugs

What made you think that I would have you when you came back?

Some say the blues ain't nothing but a good man feeling bad

Some say the blues ain't nothing but a good man feeling bad

And I must admit

Those weary blues I had

But they were long short tall and thin

They were knocking me out as I was going in

You know the blues ain't nothing but a good man feeling bad

And I must admit those weary blues I had

I had to admit I kinda liked those hollow nights

I had to admit I kinda liked those hollow nights

Sipping wine in poverty

Down by the candle lights

There is nothing to hope for but you upon my knee

Nothing to hope for but you upon my knee

Oh no place else to go

No place else to be

So what made you think I might drink when you're at home?

What made you think I might drink when you're at home?

I can't call you on the tv baby

I can't call you on the telephone

So write me a letter don't you send it to me by mail

So write me a letter don't you send it to me by mail

Send it in care of the Birmingham jail

Cause I'm about to commit some long lost evil crime

I'm about to commit some long lost evil crime

I can't have you for a nickel baby

And I don't want to spend a dime

What made you think I might want you when you're gone?

What made you think I might want you when you're gone?

What made you think I might miss you

When you've already been gone so long