She scrambled up my insides pretty good
I drank myself past crazy, knock on wood
I grabbed my hounds and packed my sled
And prayed for better days ahead
I never cared for that old town
There's lots of hurt to go around
I thought she'd be the one to make me true
I end up sad no matter what I do
The best laid plans don't guarantee
A life that's free of misery
I tried so hard – I let her down
There's lots of hurt to go around
We did the Tallahassee do-si-do
Then she left me bleeding in the snow
My chariot is flying low
I guess it's just my time to go
Harps and horns make lovely sound
There's no more hurt to go around
by Richard W. Bray
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