Everybody's gone away, says they're moving to la,
there ain't a soul I know around, everybody's leaving town.
Some caught a freight, some caught a plane,
to find the sunshine, leave the rain.
They say this town will waste your mind,
must be right, 'cause it wasted mine.
Some got to win, some got to lose,
Good Time Charlie's got the blues.
My whole heart keeps telling me, you ain no kid at thirty-three,
play around and lose your wife, play too long and lose your life.
I've got my pills to ease the pain,
ain't found a thing to reach the rain,
some time I'd like to try and settle down,
but everybody's leaving town.
Some got to win, some got to lose,
Good Time Charlie's got the blues.