i was given to hard livin couldn t see past my ways and you were fakin heartbreakin spin on a dime and give me ninety cents change so baby don t break baby don t break on me i was sittin cold kitchen trying to stoke up the stove with the wood i been cuttin you done nothin spilling my rye on the front of my robe all all the time you pick at the cracks in the wall walk walk the line you pick at the cracks in the wall so baby don t break baby don t break on me