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