From the recording Wound Too Tight (God knows I have been there.)
I started out to write a parody blues tune and it just kept creeping closer and closer to home.
Lyrics
I'm wound too tight I can't help it none Takes a whole lot of work for me to have any fun There is nothing no one is gonna do I got those wound up too tight blues I make a whole lotta money or so they say, Credit cards and the bank, they take it right away Buying things I'll never use I got those wound up to tight blues I got a big ol house with a big ol yard And it looks real nice cause Lord I work real hard Doing things I hate to do I got those wound up to tight blues Well I called on the preacher To see if he could help me some Cause I heard him on the TV Say there is peace for everyone I ask him to pray for me And make me alright He said send a couple hundred bucks I would feel less uptight. Oh I am wound too tight Oh yes I am wound too tight Oh Lord I'm wound too tight Oh yes I am wound too tight Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoo I got those wound up too tight blues I got three or four kids And I raised them right Made damn sure they are all up tight Just like me through and through I got those wound up to tight blues I love this country Where every body is free And everybody can be just like me In this land of the red white and blue I got those wond up too tight blues In the land of the red blue and white I believe we are just wound Yes I think we are just wound I know we're all just wound up too tight.