Mixed Up Mess Of A Heart

(album: I'm A Lonesome Fugitive - 1967)

Oh, you poor, broke, mixed up, mess of a heart
Yeah, a little, bitty woman gonna tear you all apart
I warned you a thousand times
But you wouldn't listen nor pay me no mind
You poor, broke, mixed up, mess of a heart

Yeah, I watched her buy her tickets in Charlotte, North Carolina
And I heard her say, "One-way, please, to Denver"
She's going to meet that other guy and it won't do us no good to cry
'Cause she's wearing his ring on her finger

Oh, you poor, broke, mixed up, mess of a heart
Yeah, a little, bitty woman gonna tear you all apart
Yeah, I warned you a thousand times
But you wouldn't listen nor pay me no mind
You poor, broke, mixed up, mess of a heart

Well, I watched her tip the porter
As she stepped aboard that midnight train bound to take her faraway forever
I watched the tail light fade away knowing she was going to stray
And I wish this broken heart was leaving with her

Oh, you poor, broke, mixed up, mess of a heart
Yeah, a little, bitty woman gonna tear you all apart
I warned you a thousand times
But you wouldn't listen nor pay me no mind
You poor, broke, mixed up, mess of a heart
You poor, broke, mixed up, mess of a heart