Joe Bonamassa

I know a place, where the dogs ain't right
I know a place, where the sun don't shine
I know a place, where the girls do the talking
In the back of my mind, in the back of my mind
I know a place, little girl in your closet
But running high, got a knife in his hand
Nobody would say those things to his mama
So he opened that blade
And he cut that man
So he opened that blade