Well baby, I ain't gonna lie. This ain't my first ride. I've saddled up and bruised my hide a time or two. . It's true I'm not a brand-new man. I've been around the block and back again.
Its five oclock at the Sad Cafe. Dinner for one, a table for two. Another lonely day. . She tries to hide the pain. But her strong will is just a weak disguise.
The Day I left I told myself she's wrong. I'am better of gone....better of gone. I headed my old truck, in to the dawn. I'am better of gone...better of gone.