I've been waiting a long time Holding my tongue Studying the situation Run and get the turnkey Tell him to release the ill For every man must have a chance To save himself You take care of blackjack I'll carry Anne de Vil She's out in the kitchen Makin' up for a Coupe de Ville It's hard enough being truthful Without sounding self-righteous Run and get the turnkey Tell him I'm unconscious Too much medicine Trouble in my spirit Got nothin' to say And got no one to hear it Too much medicine Trouble in my soul Run and get the turnkey Tell him I've lost control You take care of blackjack. I've been waiting a long time.