2 acessos
Well my old shirt pocket's filled with everything I own
An old toothbrush three cigarretes and a dirty four-tooth comb
My pocketbook is flat and I got no rattlin' change
I came to this town with nothin' looks like I'm leavin' with same
But I ain't mad (I ain't mad) I'm just leavin' (I'm just leavin')
And I don't see anybody sittin' there by the roadside grievin'
I had me a girl when I first hit town I tell you she was nice
I met this cat he became a friend started givin' me advice
He said that I should treat her mean and she'd always stay
Now here's ole meanie comin' out of town and he married her today
But I ain't mad (I ain't mad)...
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I'd write home but mom can't read besides I'm out of stamps
You don't see much to write home about sleepin' in a hobo camp
The wind blows cold through these worn out jeans keepin' warm means movin' fast
I had a good thing a goin' for me but my good times never last
I ain't mad (I ain't mad)...
I ain't mad (I ain't mad)...