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Confessions Of A Broken Man

 

Confessions Of A Broken Man

(album: Confessions Of A Broken Man - 1966)


I'm just asking you to listen not to understand these confessions of a broken man

I don't know where my story starts or I'd go back to them
All I know it's a sad sad tale so for it has no end
I know I drank too much though I didn't take thirst
Oh, I'd have a beer or two and it just seemed to go from bad to worse
Then one day I noticed my money was going out faster than it was coming in
And I got scared and I started gambling and I'm the kind that just never seems to win
I had a woman guess every man does and every man thinks his is the best mine was
Stuck by me through thick and thin till it just got too thin I guess
She walked in one day and said she had believed me
I could've sworn I saw big tear in her eye
I heard the other day that she got married again I hope he treats her better than I
Well, if you get me idea that I'm some son of a bum you're catching on pretty fast
And if you wonder if I've turned into a wino
For these are all my fingerprints on this glass
I've been sitting in this bar since they opened up this morning
And it's almost time to close tonight
I guess it's about time to go find me a gutter tuck myself in tonight
Where does a man go when he's already on the bottom
It's really not much choise he's got
Either picks hisself up and tries again or just lays back down to rot
No life starts out to be like mine pain is never planned
And yet here I sit with nothing in the world but these confessions of a broken man

I'm just asking you to listen not to understand these confessions of a broken man

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