King of the Jailhouse

The king of the jailhouse
 And the queen of the road
 Think sharing the burden will lighten the load
 So they pack up their troubles
 In an old Cadillac
 That's her in the mirror, asleep in the back
 Baby, there's something wrong with me
 Baby, there's something wrong with me
 Baby, there's something wrong with me
 That I can't see
 That I can't see
 And they don't give the answers
 At the end of the test
 So you can't simply stand there and hope for the best
 So wake me up at the border
 When we reach Mexico
 I'll tell you a secret I don't even know
 Baby, there's something wrong with me
 Baby, there's something wrong with me
 Baby, there's something wrong with me
 That I can't see
 That I can't see
 Honey, I don't wanna turn around
 And go back there – do you?
 I think you know something I don't know
 That I need to
 Baby, there's something wrong with me
 Baby, there's something wrong with me
 Baby, there's something wrong with me
 That I can't see
 That I can't see
 That I can't see