Lyrics:

Darlin' darlin' darlin'
I've got blood on my hands
I hope it ain't from you
I hope it ain't from you
Vultures circle round
Every place that I go
I beat 'em off with a stick
I beat 'em off with a stick
Sometimes my mind goes blank
And I just can't think straight
I took up drinkin' whiskey
'Cause it made me feel sick
It made me feel sick
It made me feel sick
Now it is the only thing
I drink anymore
Drink anymore
Oh I drink anymore
I stole all the money
I could fit in my pockets
Stole it for you
Yes I stole it for you
Then I went to find you
But you weren't around
You weren't around
No you weren't around
Sometimes my mind goes blank
And I just can't think straight
Darlin' darlin' darlin'
I've got blood on my hands
I hope it ain't from you
I hope it ain't from you