Fancy Ideas

I don't want your putting words in my mouth
That is to say, don't tell me what to do
You might be a better man, you might have a better plan
Well, I ain't no fightin' man, but I ain't afraid of you

Yes it's true that I am crazy, as if you didn't know
I bet I am crazier than you, as if it didn't show
At the age of three papa said to me
Son, you'll be a gambling man
And with a smile on my poker face I said I already am

Those fancy ideas are just lies in disguise
Don't try to blame your troubles on me
'Cause I ain't nobody's fool, and I'm just blind enough to see
I can't live your life for you, and you can't live your life for me

You don't seem to hear me when I sing the blues
I an't trust you with the truth
Don't sing your blues to me

I ain't no preacher man, just an honest fool
I've been feedin' your fire, now it's just hot enough to burn you
So take your fancy ideas and keep them to yourself
I know right from wrong
You can't teach me nothin' else

Those fancy ideas are just lies in disguise
You're feedin' a fire that was meant to burn you
'Cause I ain't nobody's fool, and I'm just blind enough to see
That you can't make me no one but myself

Your fancy ideas, lies in disguise
Don't lay your troubles on me
It don't pay to be no fool when you're too blind see that
I can't live your life for you, and you can't live your life for me