Lyrics:

When I ran off and left her
She wasn't holding a baby
She was holding a bottle, and a big grudge against me
I tried to talk to the psychiatrist
I tried to stay calm and minimize risk
I shoulda kept all those appointments
I'm gonna need them now, I'm a-coming disjointed
When I ran off and left her
I did not look backwards
'Til I was halfway to Chattanooga, on the Atlanta Connector
That's when thought of the things that she did
All the little things, I started to wig
I shoulda kept all those appointments
I'm gonna need 'em now, I'm coming disjointed
I tried to talk to the psychiatrist
I tried to stay calm and minimize risk
I shoulda kept all those appointments
Gonna need them now, I'm a-coming disjointed
I shoulda kept all those appointments
I'm gonna need them now, I'm a-coming disjointed