Good for Nothing

 I've been good, and I've been good for nothing
 I had it bad for something seems like a long time ago
 And the dirt beneath my nails is not from some field of flowers
 Sown by the April showers and what they may or may not bring
 I always get lucky in the spring
 I have been good for nothing

 Loose lips are bound to sink ships
 And many times I watch my own self drown
 Clinging fast to my lucidity
 Like a life raft that's slowly sinking down

 One big drink and then another
 Pull my head down far beneath the waves
 Where I'm living like a mermaid decked in stolen jewels
 From the drowning men I've saved

 I've been good, and I've been good for nothing
 I had it bad for something seems like a long time ago
 And the dirt beneath my nails is not from some field of flowers
 Sown by the April showers and what they may or may not bring
 I always get lucky in the spring
 I have been good for nothing

 Black crows break and scatter wide
 The buckshot blast soaring out of sight
 Clouds of heat and dust that rise up from the ground
 On a slow and gasping flight

 I'm bound to think about my brother
 When August sucks the colors from the air
 Kudzu vines make tangled monsters
 Of the trees where we first learned to play fair

 Forgive and forget are words that never slip across my tongue
 Revenge like a fleeting Christmas morning I knew when I was young
 Put the toys back in their boxes
 Let me take the ribbons off them just once more
 Inside my little box of bones a ray of light shines
 Where I'm slowly keeping score

 I've been good, and I've been good for nothing
 I had it bad for something seems like a long time ago
 And the dirt beneath my nails is not
 From some field of flowers
 Sung by the April showers and what they may or may not bring
 I always get lucky in the spring
 I have been good for nothing
 I have been good for nothing