And she even had the priest come to our home
All the money that we had I spent
You see, I've got a drinkin' problem
She's better off without me
'Cause I'm not man enough to live alone
'Cause I'm not man enough to live alone
That I'd leave the stuff alone
Now I must die by my own hand
And I'm better off dead now that she's gone
She gave the most, took the least
She's better off without me
She's better off without me
Now I must die by my own hand
And I cried and prayed and promised God
She used to call her friend and cry
And I'm better off dead now that she's gone
Then the man cut off the telephone
'Cause I'm not man enough to live alone
She'd sit and cry while I went out
And pawned the things we owned
Now I must die by my own hand
