Lyrics:

The king of the jailhouse

And the queen of the road

Think sharing the burden will lighten the load

So they pack up their troubles

In an old Cadillac

That's her in the mirror, asleep in the back



Baby, there's something wrong with me

Baby, there's something wrong with me

Baby, there's something wrong with me

That I can't see

That I can't see



And they don't give the answers

At the end of the test

So you can't simply stand there and hope for the best

So wake me up at the border

When we reach Mexico

I'll tell you a secret I don't even know



Baby, there's something wrong with me

Baby, there's something wrong with me

Baby, there's something wrong with me

That I can't see

That I can't see



Honey, I don't wanna turn around

And go back there – do you?

I think you know something I don't know

That I need to



Baby, there's something wrong with me

Baby, there's something wrong with me

Baby, there's something wrong with me

That I can't see

That I can't see

That I can't see