Well now, I'm gon' quit writin', I'm gonna lay down this pen that I use Well now, I'm gon' quit writin', I'm gonna lay down this pen that I use And you know by that I got them obituary blues Well now, I been at that typer lord, honey, till my fingers sore Well now, I been at that typer lord, honey, till my fingers sore Well now, I ain't gon' write no obituaries anymore Well now, black was the color, one after another They lay down on sheets of white Well now, time may erase me, but I ain't so crazy That I don't know my wrong from right Oh sweet mama don' 'low me to stay 'round all night long Well, I might act like I'm crazy, but I do know my right from wrong It was rock, paper, scissors, till the sword got the best of the pen It was rock, paper, scissors, till the sword got the best of the pen I seen it printed in the paper, somebody shot up some poor kids again Well now, black was the color, one after another They lay down on sheets of white Well now, time may erase me, but I ain't so crazy That I don't know my wrong from right Oh sweet mama don' 'low me to stay 'round all night long Well, I might act like I'm crazy, but I do know my right from wrong