The Hired Band - The Strumbellas

Riding out to the sun,

On a horse with blazing guns.

Momma don’t come looking for me,

I’m spinning outta control.

A shakey heart is young,

but it’s learning how to love.

Momma don’t come looking for me,

I’m spinning outta control.

I’m spinning outta control.

And I want you to know,

That I’m a Lying man

I’m a trying man

And I want you to know,

That I’m a lying man,

I’m a hired band.

People say I’m strange,

so I’m trying to make a change.

Momma don’t come looking for me,

I’m spinning outta control.

I don’t know what I am,

but I’m doing the best I can.

Momma don’t come looking for me,

I’m spinning outta control.

I’m spinning outta control.

And I want you to know,

That I’m a Lying man

I’m a trying man

And I want you to know,

That I’m a lying man,

I’m the hired band.

And I want you to know,

That I’m a Lying man

I’m a trying man

And I want you to know,

That I’m a lying man,

I’m the hired band.

Singing songs of hope,

but I don’t know where to go.

Momma don’t come looking for me,

I’m spinning outta control.

The struggle days are gone,

but the nights are still long.

Momma don’t come looking for me,

I’m spinning outta control.

I’m spinning outta control.

And I want you to know,

That I’m a Lying man

I’m a trying man

And I want you to know,

That I’m a lying man,

I’m the hired band.

And I want you to know,

That I’m a Lying man

I’m a tired man

And I want you to know,

That I’m a lying man,

I’m the hired band.