You Burned the Tables on Me (Brown/Bruce) I was born one morning Wearing my old coat I was born to travel So I went and got a boat Tried to cure my feet From taking the wrong street In the Spring when they do the Thing Oh yes they do And you burned all my tables One day I got the tie I wore it round my neck Flashed it round at all the girls That I was hoping to wreck Tried to point the shoes on my toes Where the guitar grows In the Summer when they do the Thing Oh yes they do And they burned all my tables My father said, listen, son One day you're gonna gather juice When you soak up flowers Don't let your leg hang loose You stirred up a hornet's nest I hear it buzzing in your vest In the Autumn when they do the Thing Oh yes they do And you burned all my tables My life was the table And you have dined off of it The two-ended candle Was the one you lit They hammered down my jail While you held the nail In the Winter when they do the Thing Oh yes they do And you burned all my tables.