I've been sitting trying to get myself Together after being with my baby I filled up eleven ashtrays And I started writing six or seven songs But like with her I didn't finish what I started And I've lost jobs on 'count of that Cause I'm a doer leaving something left to do For someone down along the track I don't know anymore seem to care The least about the things I'm doing I'd rather give a friend my wages Than to go downtown and be someone I ain't And if a loser’s what you think I am Then guess that's all I’ll ever 'mount to being But I wouldn’t trade the world And all it’s money for the changing of my name Drinking wine and staying up for days And days has kinda come to be a habit If you wonder why I want the work It's cause the law advised she keep the car I'll get along with what I'm doing Guess until my head gets tired of doing that Cause I'm a doer leaving something left to do For someone down along the track