(Dean Dillon/Frank Dycus)
Well I`m out on a tear `cause she`s tearing me apart
If I look rough on the outside, you ought to see my heart.
And this look in my eyes shows beyond a doubt,
Since my woman left, I`m down and out.
Well, I`m down at the bar, out of my mind,
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind,
That jukebox cries the blues like it knows what I`m about.
Since my woman left, I`m down and out.
Well I`m down to my last dollar, but I don`t really care.
My friends have all got whiskey, and they don`t mind if I share.
They know how it feels to have your heart torn inside out,
Since my woman left, I`m down and out.
Well, I`m down at the bar, out of my mind,
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind,
That jukebox cries the blues like it knows what I`m about.
Since my woman left, I`m down and out.
Since my woman left, since my woman left,
Since my woman left, I`m down and out.