Way up in that tree there’s a widowmaker, love.
It don’t envy me, I’m still a vagrant, love.
There’s was a house with a hardwood floor.
Mine was a life with a steel trap door.
Maybe I was doomed from the beginning, love.
Maybe I was doomed all along.
All along, all along all along.
Now don’t be like that, don’t be like that, babe.
They ain’t good enough to know your name.
Knock me over. Tell them I’m to blame.
But don’t be like that, don’t be like that, babe.
Maybe I was doomed from the beginning, love.
Maybe I was doomed all along.
All along, all along all along.