We’ve Got A Problem

Aching head, weary eyes, whispering words, fortune lies, setting sun

He gives his ultimatum: one shot at freedom

A loaded gun pointed at the back of my head

I’m on a long road, I’m on the wrong side of town

A loaded gun pointed at the back of my head

We’ve got a problem

We’ve got ourselves a little problem

I like to gamble, I placed the wrong bet

Run out of Dodge, and I’m sure you can decipher the rest

I had a good life, traded a good wife

For something more, I just couldn’t see I already had

We’ve got a problem

We’ve got ourselves a little problem

We've got a problem

We've got ourselves a little problem 

Easy come, easy go, this won’t end well —  and I should know you can’t run

He gives his ultimatum: one shot at freedom

A loaded gun pointed at the back of my head

I’m on a long road; I’m on the wrong side of town

A loaded gun pointed at the back of my head

We’ve got a problem

We’ve got ourselves a little problem

I like to gamble, I placed the wrong bet

Run out of Dodge, and I’m sure you can decipher the rest

I had a good life, traded a good wife

For something more, I just couldn’t see I already had

We’ve got a problem

We’ve got ourselves a little problem

We’ve got a problem

We’ve got ourselves a little problem

Aching head, weary eyes, whispering words, fortune lies, setting sun

(C) Eric Saitz