a blues song

Lyrics by Robert Braathe, Vocals and Music by Brian Huff

When did you decide to hang out in your head?
You want to confide but you play like your dead
Was it something he did to you or instead
Have you decided to just hang out in your head?

When did you decide to lay down in my bed
You want me by your side but you lay there like your dead
Was it the way that I loved ya or the liquor instead
Have you decided to just hang out in your head.

When did you decide to burn down that homestead
You lit up the fire but you blamed it on the dread
Did you light up the flames or did the tears that you shed
Make you decide to just hang out in your head

She fills up your little mind
When she’s drinking up on that wine
Don’t fall into the pit with swine
Don’t let it fill up your mind

When did you decide to hang out in your head?
You want to confide but you play like your dead
Was it something he did to you or instead
Have you decided to just hang out in your head?