Got up this morning   Got into my car   Turned on the motor   But it would not start   Late for work   Feelin' tired   Worst of all   I got myself fired   Lost my job   Got my pay   Lost it all   On the ace of spades      But all my troubles   Would be through   If I could make love with you      Things got bad   Out of work   I robbed a store   And I shot the clerk   Woman sweet woman   I done my best   But that got me surrounded   I been shot in my chest   I can hear 'em comin'   Bustin' down the door   If I could only    See you once more      All my troubles   Would be through   If I could make love with you      (solo)      There's a reason for this story   Morals to my sons   Ya better know what's right   Ya better know what's wrong   When it rains it pours   That's natures way   We're all little children   That forgot how to play   There ain't but one thing   I got left to say   Somethin' don't come from nothin'   You always gotta pay      But all my troubles   Would be through   If I could make love with you