(Written by D. Knutsen and D. Owens). . Today I got a long letter. From one who still cares for me. She asked lots of questions. Like would I call her sometime.
I've cried a million tears,. Down through the years.. Searching for that special one.. And the vows I took before,. Where all forever more,. But no matter how I tried they came undone..
I curse the day she bought me that old bird. Squalking, talking, telling everything it ever heard. She never would have known about. Big Betty Brown and me.
Somebody keeps paying my bar tab. But the bartender won't tell me who. He gives me six cold ones to go when he closes. And slips me a dollar or two. .
Played a party last night for some old folks. They were dancing and smiling at me. 'Cept this old man, alone at a table. As if there's someplace that he'd rather be.