When You're Down In Texas, Bob Wills

I Sat At A Bar Having A Beer Trying To Hold Down The Stool.

This World That I Live In Is Empty And Cold/the Loneliness Cuts Me And Tortures My Soul.

I Say, Lord, Do Right Be Me, I'm Tired Of Being Lonesome, On'ry, And Mean.

Don't You Be So Nice To Me; I Fall In Love So Easily.

I Ain't Got No Reverse. I've Learned, A Little Later In Life, It Works Out Pretty Good To Have One Every Once In A While.