The Fifth Wheel Blues

It's been a cold and lonesome
Long September night
And when the morning came
My man was out of sight
A pack of cigarettes
And a calming sip of booze
She's got my guy
And I've got the blues

I pace the house
Trying to catch up on my sleep
He is with her
And I've got emptiness to keep
A silent telephone and calling
There's no use
She's got my love
And I've got the blues

I've got his fingerprints
All over my poor heart
My angels died
And there is no one more to guard
And all the words of hope are
Just a lame excuse
He's got his wife
And I've got the blues

I've got an old clock here to
Tick away my tears
While all the monsters I have feared
Don't want to disappear
I might just cry a sea
And take them for a cruise
He's got his life
And I've got the blues

All the words of hope are
Just a lame excuse
He's got his wife
And I've got the blues

I've got an old clock here to
Tick away my tears
While all the monsters I have feared
Don't want to disappear
I might just cry a sea
And take them for a cruise
He's got his life
And I've got the blues



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