The Walkin' Blues

She slammed the breaks on the truck and put me out right there on the street.

She put her foot through the floor and left me nothing to drive but my feet.

Seems I let my mouth run a little too long. That’s why I’m out here singin’ this song,

Called the shoulda stopped talkin’ and now I’m walkin’ blues.

I think I’m just about fifteen miles from anywhere.

It’s a lookin’ like rain and I got my thumb in the air.

We were supposed to be out on a lover’s drive but thanks to my mouth and its crazy jive,

I got the shoulda stopped talkin’ and now I’m walkin’ blues.

Shoulda stopped talkin’. Now I’m walkin’ holes in the soles of my shoes.

I’d swallow my pride if she’d give me a ride. How could I refuse?

Best believe I think twice now that I know the price I pay when I blow my fuse.

It’s called the shoulda stopped talkin’ and now I’m walkin’ blues.

Now the rain’s comin’ down and I’m soaked right through to the bone.

I’m still a good ways from town just a walkin’ this road all alone.

I’m a guessin’ my manners were a cause for concern.

Seems there’s a lesson she thought I should learn,

Called the shoulda stopped talkin’ and now I’m walkin’ blues.

Shoulda stopped talkin’. Now I’m walkin’ holes in the soles of my shoes.

I’d swallow my pride if she’d give me a ride. Now how could I refuse?

Best believe I think twice now that I know the price I pay when I blow my fuse.

It’s called the shoulda stopped talkin’ and now I’m walkin’ blues.

I shoulda stopped talkin’ and now I’m walkin’ blues.