Justified (with Keb' Mo' & Robert Randolph)

Justified - Robben Ford/Keb' Mo'

Creeky steps

And ladder

I feel the floor in my cave

Carpet worn to tatters

It look like flowers on an early grave

And I'd be justified I would be justified

Pick up my things and walk

I'd be justified I would be justified

Had enough of your crazy talk

You take

Pat shots at my pride

And you refuse

To take my side

I'd be justified

Asked why so cold and cranky

You take a swipe at me

Ask any judge and jury

They'll pack you off and set me free

And I'd be justified I would be justified

Pack up my things and walk

Well I'd be justified I would be justified

Had enough of your crazy talk

Well like a match and gasoline

About to blow to smithereens

Well I'd be justified

Gone forever through solid days

Of Kentucky corn

And southern ways

Harmonizing in perfect tune

With the light of my life

To the bottom of moon

Oh dreams of my salvation

They buckle at the knees

Hands tangled in frustration

That tried so very hard to please

And I'd be justified I would be justified

Pack up my things and walk

Well I'd be justified I would be justified

Had enough of your crazy talk

Well let your love fall into decline

And me left to die

Upon the vine

Well I'd be justified

Take you my decline walk

Justified