(myles goodwyn)   Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi      You won't need that drink of water, no more   And you won't need that fine young stallion, no more, not any more   You won't see your brown-eyed daughter, no more, not any more   And you won't need that silver dollar, no more, not any more      Baby baby, I believe, my time's nearly through   No comforts of life, maybe maybe, this time my luck's overdue      You've been pushin' for too long, mister   But you won't gain, no you won't gain   And now your blood boy, is gonna flow through your veins   You're gonna feel the pain, you're gonna feel the pain, whoa      Baby baby, I believe, my times nearly through   No comforts of life, maybe maybe, this time my luck's overdue      There's no sun when your life is over   And my maker is about to call   It seems the night is gettin' cold and lonely   Still I'm feelin' no feelin' at all   Any more, ooh, any more