Funny how those women carried on
I was much to young to take it
Back when it was hard to make it
Trying hard to keep from dealing drugs
On the run with a gun or with a gang of thugs
Freedom lost and love gone sour
Three time loser, it's all behind me now
Quitting when I started sinking
Dying slow from too much drinking
Twice I fell in love and married
Through the night and every fight
Thinking that the past was buried
Too afraid to let my sorrow show
Swearing that our love was dying
Until our love was gone
Like the weeping willow crying
Losing minutes by the hour