Well you never took my heart,   When I tried hard to give it to you.   And I know you can't be true,   'Cause you wanna be roamin' free. (Free.)   Now I'm lookin' straight at you,   An' see you with another man.   So I take the shot of whiskey,   So I don't have no regrets.      Well, I've fallen drunk again:   I guess she must have got to me.   I don't need little little woman,   Getting upper hand on me.   Now I'm lost an' now I'm broke,   An' now I ain't got nothin' to lose.   But I still here an' think about,   The things we used to do.      -Instrumental Break-      Walkin' through the crowwded streets,   I don't see no-one carin' for me.   That's all right, I don't need anyone,   Except myself, you see.   'Cause now I'm stronger an' I'm smarter,   An' I'm not like I used to be.   But I still sit here an' think about,   The things you did to me.      Yeah, I still sit here an' think about,   The things you did to me.