Well they took all my money,
Took all I had,
More than summer’s wages,
For a poor farmer’s lad.
And I realize now,
I ain’t got no second chance,
And I blew my one shot,
Before the last dance.
But maybe this ti i i i i ime,
I’m going to take my last ride,
And if I don’t wri i i i i ite,
But don’t worry I’m doin’ fine.
I had all the women,
And I had all the wine,
And I’d had all I wanted,
Had a hell of a time.
But I ain't got no excuses,
And there’s nothing I can say,
And there’s no way to tell now,
If I’ll go or I’ll stay.
But maybe this ti i i i i ime,
I’m going to take my last ride,
And if I don’t wri i i i i ite,
But don’t worry I’m doin’ fine.
But maybe this ti i i i i ime,
I’m going to take my last ride,
And if I don’t wri i i i i ite,
But don’t worry I’m doin’ fine.
But maybe this ti i i i i ime,
I’m going to take my last ride,
And if I don’t wri i i i i ite,
But don’t worry I’m doin’ fine.
And maybe this ti i i i i ime,
I’m going to take my last ride,
And if I don’t wri i i i i ite,
But don’t worry I’m doin’ fine.
But don’t worry I’m doin' fine.