Six ways I've been pulled
Six ways to lose my mind
They'll turn your pockets out
Boy, leave you dead or dying
Tough love can get to rough
When the good times start to slide
Them words ringing in my head
Watch the hair go with the hide, hollering
Six ways from Sunday, mama, let me be
Six ways from Sunday, darling, let me be
Tomorrows a new day dawning, might be for you
Six ways from Sunday, hollering
Broke down and tied to the ground
Like a mule on the down side
Yelling gee and yelling haw loud
In my ears till I want to cry
But that whip don't mean too much
When a mule ain't got a chance
Let 'em roll watch how they fold
Victims of their circumstance, hollering
Six ways from Sunday, mama, let me be
Six ways from Sunday, darling, let me be
Tomorrows a new day dawning, might be for you
Six ways from Sunday, hollering
