Been living hand-to-mouth for a year or better
When the mailman comes and he brings me your letter
And I recognize the handwriting even now
But I go ahead and open it anyhow, yeah
and no one's been buying from my roadside stand
so I hold your letter like a cross in my hand
I'm gonna wrap up my troubles
I'm gonna wrap up my troubles
I'm gonna wrap up my troubles
In you
verse 2
I went out into the kitchen
Where the light comes through the four-paneled window
Clear and bright
And it's taken me several years to realize
How much I like the way that you dot your i's
Well I was born in Indiana thirty years ago
I got a mean, mean hunger down below
I'm gonna wrap up my troubles
I'm gonna wrap up my troubles
I'm gonna wrap up my troubles
in you