Something has torn me
karma has rolled me
God is a commie
sweet Jesus told me
he said if you lost him
to send him a basket
and fire your musket
over my casket
roll out the stretcher
and make me feel better
for what is bad
don't feel glad
for what is worse
i'm the nurse
baby don't you give me
your words of sweet whisky
the southern draws over
covers me quickly
you see i've been lied to
laughed at and cried to
but i'm no longer
twisted and tied to
roll out the stretcher
and make me feel better
for what is bad
don't feel glad
for what is worse
i'm the nurse
follow the pattern of intro and
verse one over the the horn parts
sweet road out yonder
know i adore her
so teach me no lesson
and call when you wanna
sweet whores i've implored
to lay me some wisdom
said know what you want and
just ask to receive it
roll out the stretcher
and make me feel better
for what is bad
don't feel glad
for what is worse
i'm the nurse
for what is bad
don't feel glad
for what is worse
i'm the nurse
