Well you never took my heart,

When I tried hard to give it to you.

And I know you can't be true,

'Cause you wanna be roamin' free. (Free.)

Now I'm lookin' straight at you,

An' see you with another man.

So I take the shot of whiskey,

So I don't have no regrets.



Well, I've fallen drunk again:

I guess she must have got to me.

I don't need little little woman,

Getting upper hand on me.

Now I'm lost an' now I'm broke,

An' now I ain't got nothin' to lose.

But I still here an' think about,

The things we used to do.



-Instrumental Break-



Walkin' through the crowwded streets,

I don't see no-one carin' for me.

That's all right, I don't need anyone,

Except myself, you see.

'Cause now I'm stronger an' I'm smarter,

An' I'm not like I used to be.

But I still sit here an' think about,

The things you did to me.



Yeah, I still sit here an' think about,

The things you did to me.