Tom Maynard

Words and music by Tom Maynard
Tom Maynard: vocal, guitar; Pat Gallagher: harmonica; Seth Connelly: bass, banjo

I've got an itch and I can't quite scratch it
My roof leaks and I can't seem to patch it
No, something just ain't right
Seems when I ain't lookin'
That's when the gadfly bites

Money's scarce and the crops ain't a'growin'
It's so dry and the dust it's a'blowin'
No, ain't much green in sight
Oh, but that seems to suit him
That's when the gadfly bites

I never figgered life would be so hard
And I'd trade places with the dog out in the yard
But he's a'scratchin', too
What he's a'goin' through
It ain't much different than me

My baby's mean, but she's real good lookin'
She makes me feel good but I been a'tookin'
Oh, cuz all we do is fight
She got a tongue so sharp
I feel the gadfly bite

Every day somethin' new needs a'doin'
And every day I keep doin' and doin'
Oh, long in to the night
I keep a'scratchin' and scratchin'
Wherever gadfly bites

I never figgered life would be so hard
And I'd trade places with the dog out in the yard
But he's a'scratchin', too
What he's a'goin' through
It ain't much different than me

I've got an itch and I can't quite scratch it
My roof leaks and I can't seem to patch it
No, something just ain't right
Seems when I ain't looking'
That's when the gadfly bites