I've been good, and I've been good for nothing
I had it bad for something seems like a long time ago
And the dirt beneath my nails is not from some field of 
flowers
Sown by the April showers and what they may or may not 
bring
I always get lucky in the spring
I have been good for nothing

Loose lips are bound to sink ships 
And many times I've watched my own self drown
Clinging fast to my lucidity 
Like a life raft that's always sinking down

One big drink and then another
Pull my head down far beneath the waves
Where I'm living like a mermaid decked in stolen jewels 
From the drowning men I've saved

I've been good, and I've been good for nothing
I had it bad for something seems like a long time ago
And the dirt beneath my nails is not from some field of 
flowers
Sown by the April showers and what they may or may not 
bring
I always get lucky in the spring
I have been good for nothing

Black crows break and scatter wide 
The buckshot blast soaring out of sight
Clouds of heat and dust that rise up from the ground
On a slow and gasping flight

I'm bound to think about my brother 
When August sucks the colors from the air
And Kudzu vines make tangled monsters
Of the trees where we first learned to play fair

Forgive and forget are words that never slid across my 
tongue
Revenge like a fleeting Christmas morning I knew when I 
was young
Put the toys back in their boxes 
Let me tear the ribbons off them just once more
Inside my little box of bones a ray of light shines 
Where I'm slowly keeping score

I've been good, and I've been good for nothing
I had it bad for something seems like a long time ago
And the dirt beneath my nails is not
From some field of flowers
Sung by the April showers and what they may or may not 
bring
I always get lucky in the spring
I have been good for nothing
I have been good for nothing