Pick-Me-Ups

Jim Ed Brown and the Browns · Bottle, Bottle [RCA Victor] [1968]

(Buck Graves)



You wonder why I'm gone so much

And come home late at night

While you sit there and swear

The way I'm living can't be right.



It seems to bring you joy serene

To nag me to the ground

So I'll be out drinking, pick me ups

So you can put me down.



You've never tried to look inside

And find the good in me

How could you know I love you so

My faults are all you see.



The only time I feel at home

Is when I'm on the town

So I'll be out drinking, pick me ups

So you can put me down.



It wouldn't do to cheat on you

And I wouldn't if I could

This heart of mine won't let my mind

Believe that you're no good.



I'll just plead on until they come

And put me in the ground

Then I won't need the pick me ups

'Cause you can't put me down.



No, I won't need the pick me ups

'Cause you can't put me down...