Caught In The Bag
I woke up in the morning told my momma I was cold.
Then I went down to Ben Franklin’s where my hobby was sold.
I sniffed and I sniffed and didn’t get tired.
But oh my, my… my head was tired.
Because I’m caught in the bag
And it’s all over now.
I got higher and higher but not high enough.
I saw no stop signs while doing that stuff.
So I squeezed another tube in that brown paper sack.
Now I’ve gone too far and I can’t get back.
Because I’m caught in the bag
And it’s all over now.
I’m chilled in the morning and the night is the same.
Almost all of the time there’s a haze in my brain.
Twinkle, twinkle little orange tube – if only I could stop it.
But every minute of the day there’s a sack in my pocket.
Because I’m caught in the bag
And it’s all over now.
Banastre Tarleton
1969
NO. 10
Discography and Recording Info:
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