George Strait. Down & Out. Zeneszám

Well I'm out on a tear 'cause she's tearing me apart
If I look rough on the outside, you ought to see my heart
And this look in my eyes shows beyond a doubt
Since my woman left, I'm down and out

Well, I'm down at the bar, out of my mind
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind
Well that jukebox cries the blues like it knows what I'm about
Since my woman left, I'm down and out

Well I'm down to my last dollar, but I don't really care
My friends have all got whiskey, and they don't mind if I share
Well they know how it feels to have your heart torn inside out
Since my woman left, I'm down and out

Well, I'm down at the bar, out of my mind
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind
Well that jukebox cries the blues like it knows what I'm about
Since my woman left, I'm down and out
Since my woman left, since my woman left
Since my woman left, I'm down and out