Nothing On My Mind

There's nothing on my mind

But I just can't keep from cryin'

A reason I have to find

But I know it's all a lie

When I was a boy I was filled with joy

My mother never had a chance

Her vacant stare saw something there

But I never caught a glance

Woah, there's nothing on my mind

But I just can't keep from cryin'

A reason I have to find

But I know it's all a lie

My father was paid a pauper's wage

All to make one man a king

And when he came home I felt more alone

No one ever said a thing

Woah, there's nothing on my mind

But I just can't keep from cryin'

A reason I have to find

But I know it's all a lie

When I went to work as a postal clerk

I sold 700 stamps a day

My boss was kind—he treated me fine

But I hated him anyway

Woah, there's nothing on my mind

But I just can't keep from cryin'

A reason I have to find

But I know it's all a lie

In the winter's cold my young lover grew old

With a pain inside her chest

Through each dreary hour all that was sweet turned sour

Then we laid her soul to rest

Oh there's nothing on my mind

But I just can't keep from cryin'

So a reason I have to find

But I know it's all a lie

But I know it's all a lie

But I know it's all a lie