Once he lived like a king and he had everything
All the world they say laid at his feet
Yet with all his wealth and fame he played that cheatin game
And he wound up like a tramp on the street
He went from a Rolls to the rail from a mansion to dirty jails
From a penthouse to the jungle by the track
From champagne to cheap wine right down to his last dime
And now all he owns is the cloths on his back
He drove a big fancy car and he smoked big cigars
Had everything that a man could own
But wild women and song soon his money was all gone
And now he rides in a boxcar alone
He went from a Rolls to the rail from a mansion to dirty jails
From a penthouse to the jungle by the track
From champagne to cheap wine right down to his last dime
And now all he owns is the cloths on his back