At sixteen a broken heart is just like dyin'
But at twenty-six it's over with just sighin'
I've forgotten more rejections
Than most men could recall
But I just can't forget you al all

So I think I'll roll another cigarette
And drink another beer
And let this heartache know
That it's not welcome here
If you think of callin' up just to say hello
Each phone call cuts like a knife
That's if you didn't know

In my right hand I carry a pistol
In my left I hold a knife
But I'm a gentle soul
And you've no need to fear for your life

Well I've seen a lot of bad things
Even done some bad things too
But I've never done anything
To deserve fallin' for you


I was born on a Greyhound bus
My daddy ran from his debts
I was born a ramblin' man
But I ain't been ramblin' yet

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