King Of The Jailhouse

The king of the jailhouse And the queen of the road Think sharing the burden will lighten the load So they pack up their troubles In an old Cadillac That's her in the mirror, asleep in the back Baby, there's something wrong with me Baby, there's something wrong with me Baby, there's something wrong with me That I can't see That I can't see And they don't give the answers At the end of the test So you can't simply stand there and hope for the best So wake me up at the border When we reach Mexico I'll tell you a secret I don't even know Baby, there's something wrong with me Baby, there's something wrong with me Baby, there's something wrong with me That I can't see That I can't see Honey, I don't wanna turn around And go back there – do you? I think you know something I don't know That I need to Baby, there's something wrong with me Baby, there's something wrong with me Baby, there's something wrong with me That I can't see That I can't see That I can't see