Cutter Lyrics

I'd had you out of my mind for a year or better
When the mailman handed me your letter
And I recognize the handwriting even now
But I know i'm gonna open it anyhow
And noone's been buying from my roadside stand, and I
Held your letter like a cross to my chest
I'm gonna wrap up my troubles
I'm gonna wrap up my troubles
I'm gonna wrap up my troubles
In you.


I walked out into the kitchen
Where the light came through the 4-paneled window
Clean and bright and it's taken me two years to realize
How much I like the way that you dot your I's
Well, I was born in indiana thirty years ago
And I got a mean, mean hunger down below
I'm gonna wrap up my troubles
I'm gonna wrap up my troubles
I'm gonna wrap up all my troubles
In you.