404

I sold my banjo for a bag of dope
And a pitcher of beer at the 404 and
Sitting here I'm crying

I broke my hand over my good friend's head
And now it's two weeks later in a hospital bed and
That curse will follow you

And no, I won't hurt you anymore
I'll just walk right out that door

Well I was lost and so was she
She taught me to love, to feel and breathe
And it was Daisy, Daisy

Five states ago I was a different man
And now I've done some things that you may resent but
I don't think you mind

And whoa, oh I won't hurt you anymore
I'll just walk right out that door

I pawned my banjo for a bag of dope
And a pitcher of beer at the 404 and
Sittin' here I'm cryin'

And whoa, oh I won't hurt you anymore
I'll just walk right out that door



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Tod Flippo
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