You ask me if Im happy now Thats good as any joke Ive heard It seems that since Ive seen you last I done forgot the meaning of the words If happiness is empty rooms and drinking in the afternoon Well I suppose Im happy as a clown But if its got a thing to do with smiling or forgetting you Well I dont guess that I can say I am Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper Hes been putting in his shoes to keep the ground from coming through And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants Because hes never seen a single dream come true Well thats the way that Ive been feeling Since the day I started falling From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool Learning how to live with losing you You wonder if Im better off with freedom Now to do the things I choose Well all my times my own and I got nothing left But sleeping time to lose Theres no one here to carry on if I stay out the whole night long Or give a tinkers damn if I dont call Im living like I wanted to and doing things I wanna do And nothing seems to mean a thing at all Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper Hes been putting in his shoes to keep the ground from coming through And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants Because hes never seen a single dream come true Well thats the way that Ive been feeling Since the day I started falling From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool Learning how to live with losing you From the bottle to the bottom losing you
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