Well I'm busy not crying and I'm too tied up to care Not thinking 'bout her is a 24-hour affair I can't weep, I can't worry My whole life's just a hustle
Well it's hard to tell what's on an angel's mind But a suitcase means the same thing every time One minute she loved me The next she was gone Goodbye
Well a dollar I make Is a buck I owe And a 40-hour week Leaves 10 to blow But every game in this town Is just a nickel-and-dime And when the sun goes
You can tell that I'm a big man in this town And I'm the king of every street that I walk down It ain't much to brag about, but it's all mine From Main
The Buck Starts Here I never knew this place had so much empty space Until tonight, when you walked right out the door And so I walked to our bedside
You Shouldn't Have Well, you did what you did and you know that you did it and there ain't no use to deny it I got you dead to rights, baby, now you