I asked the roving gambler about how he laid his bets
All he said was, "kid, you don't know how lonely it gets
And if I had a dollar I could pay off all the debts
Of a lifetime of living with nothing but regrets
A lifetime of living with nothing but regrets"
I don't know how this old hat
Came to lay such weight on me
When once upon a time it was the thing that set me free
And this beat up guitar now tells the story in its frets
Of a lifetime of living with nothing but regrets
A lifetime of living with nothing but regrets
I published some good songs set in the fingering of G
With a note of Stephen Foster and a coat of R. E. Lee
But neither of the two can tell me which blood red sun sets
On a lifetime of living with nothing but regrets
A lifetime of living with nothing but regrets
