The king of the jailhouse   And the queen of the road   Think sharing the burden will lighten the load   So they pack up their troubles   In an old Cadillac   That's her in the mirror, asleep in the back      Baby, there's something wrong with me   Baby, there's something wrong with me   Baby, there's something wrong with me   That I can't see   That I can't see      And they don't give the answers   At the end of the test   So you can't simply stand there and hope for the best   So wake me up at the border   When we reach Mexico   I'll tell you a secret I don't even know      Baby, there's something wrong with me   Baby, there's something wrong with me   Baby, there's something wrong with me   That I can't see   That I can't see      Honey, I don't wanna turn around   And go back there – do you?   I think you know something I don't know   That I need to      Baby, there's something wrong with me   Baby, there's something wrong with me   Baby, there's something wrong with me   That I can't see   That I can't see   That I can't see