Interpret:

Rory Gallagher

Album:

Deuce

Baby I no longer wanna be, just a thorn in your side. 
Tell me what you gave me baby, and I will give you back. 
The troubles you gave me, gonna wrap em' up in a box, 
Tie em' up with string, send em' back to you, 
They no longer mean a thing to me. 


Better get used to bein' my used to be. 


Baby I no longer wanna be, just a cushion for your pride. 
Here's my fastback baby, this man's got a ride away. 


Before you make me change my mind, 
I'll be gone before you notice, that I'm not around. 
You'll look everywhere baby, but I just won't be found. 


Better get used to bein' my used to be. 


I used to be the hands of your clock baby, 
But I always knew in time. 
I'd no longer be the key to your lock baby, 
And you would change your mind. 
Ow ww... 


I used to be the hands of your clock baby, 
But I always knew in time. 
I'd no longer be the key to your lock baby, 
And you would suddenly change your mind. 
Ow ww... 


Baby I remember a time when you, really used to try. 
But now-a-days baby, you can't even look me in the eye. 
Your love is drifting with the tide. 


Well I ain't gonna blame you, if you ain't gonna blame me. 
I'll just move on down, I'm sure that you'll agree. 


Better get used to bein' my used to be. 


Well I ain't gonna blame you, if you ain't gonna blame me. 
I'll just move on down the line, I'm sure that you'll agree. 


Better get used to bein' my used to be.