In the court of our friends' opinion,
In the right cut eyes of all our friends,
In the way the phone goes dead,
In the way you lose your head,
I can see how this thing is gonna end.
In the darkest hours of my depression,
In the tumbling rocks it takes to mend,
In the way you cross your legs,
In the way my right hand shakes,
I can see how this thing is gonna end.
Goodbye, Goodbye!
From a nervous guy
Goodbye, Goodbye!
From a nervous guy
From a nervous guy
When the smoke pours into the bedroom,
When the man comes 'round collectin' all our friends,
When the loved one finally learns that the fire no longer burns,
I can see how this thing is gonna end.
Goodbye, Goodbye!
From a nervous guy
Goodbye, Goodbye!
From a nervous guy
From a nervous guy
From a nervous guy
Old 97s - Nervous Guy Lyrics
Old 97s - Nervous Guy Lyrics
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In the court of our friends' opinion,
In the right cut eyes of all our friends,
In the way the phone goes dead,
In the way you lose your head,
I can see how this thing is gonna end.
In the darkest hours of my depression,
In the tumbling rocks it takes to mend,
In the way you cross your legs,
In the way my right hand shakes,
I can see how this thing is gonna end.
Goodbye, Goodbye!
From a nervous guy
Goodbye, Goodbye!
From a nervous guy
From a nervous guy
When the smoke pours into the bedroom,
When the man comes 'round collectin' all our friends,
When the loved one finally learns that the fire no longer burns,
I can see how this thing is gonna end.
Goodbye, Goodbye!
From a nervous guy
Goodbye, Goodbye!
From a nervous guy
From a nervous guy
From a nervous guy
In the right cut eyes of all our friends,
In the way the phone goes dead,
In the way you lose your head,
I can see how this thing is gonna end.
In the darkest hours of my depression,
In the tumbling rocks it takes to mend,
In the way you cross your legs,
In the way my right hand shakes,
I can see how this thing is gonna end.
Goodbye, Goodbye!
From a nervous guy
Goodbye, Goodbye!
From a nervous guy
From a nervous guy
When the smoke pours into the bedroom,
When the man comes 'round collectin' all our friends,
When the loved one finally learns that the fire no longer burns,
I can see how this thing is gonna end.
Goodbye, Goodbye!
From a nervous guy
Goodbye, Goodbye!
From a nervous guy
From a nervous guy
From a nervous guy
Writer: KENDALL DEWAYNE BETHEA, MURRAY HAMMOND, PHILIP WAYNE PEEPLES, STEWART RANSOM MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Performed By: Old 97s
Written by: KENDALL DEWAYNE BETHEA, MURRAY HAMMOND, PHILIP WAYNE PEEPLES, STEWART RANSOM MILLER