Eyes that have seen too many barroom walls lips that have kissed too many times

Arms that've reached to one and all hands that have held too many glasses of wine

I can't help but think what might have been if I had stayed at home

She wouldn't have the right to sin and I wouldn't be alone

Did I make her walk down that well known street or was it a choice of her own

Are those tears of sadness on her cheek

Or tears of joy because old mem'ries are gone

I can't help but think what might have been if I had stayed at home

She wouldn't have the right to sin and I wouldn't be alone