By the Side of the Road, Dressed To Kill (Album)

You just can't trust them pretty girls They're only here to wreck your world And make sure you never get to sleep at night I don't know the reasons why They all wanna hang you out to dry Till' you ain't got strength enough left to fight Oh but I'm in trouble Like I know you're bound to get in trouble too And I know that it won't be long Before the man you love is loving someone new I walked up to the river bridge and Stood myself up on the ledge and Screamed out to everyone: 'let me be' I got me a worried mind Gonna find me a worried kind Of girl, who's lonesome just like me And I know I'm just one of your poor boys That you swore you'd never leave behind And I can see right through you And I know that you're not my kind Now all my money's gone To someplace that it don't belong I'm singing the broken-down-poorboy blues I ain't got nothing to my name But nothing is my favorite game to play Cause there's never anything to lose