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[Verse 1]
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You ask me if I'm happy now
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That's good as any joke I've heard

It seems since I've seen you last
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I've done forgot the meening of the word

If happiness is empty rooms and drinkin' in the afternoon
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Well I suppose I'm happy as a clam
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But if it's got a thing to do with smilin' of forgettin' you
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Well I don't guess that I could say I am

[Chorus]
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Did you ever see a down-and-outer wakin' up alone
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Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew

When the water from the weeds had soaked the papers
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He'd been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through

And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
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Because he's never seen a single dream come true
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That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started fallin'

From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
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Learnin' hard to live with losin' you

[Verse 2]
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You wonder if I'm better off
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With freedom now to do the things I choose

With all my time's my own and
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I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose

There's no one here to carry on if I stay out the whole night long
                                   C
'n give a tinker's damn if I don't call
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I'm livin' like I wanted to and doin' things I wanna do
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And nothin' means a thing to me at all

[Chorus]
        G
Did you ever see a down-and-outer wakin' up alone
                                          D
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew

When the water from the weeds had soaked the papers
                                                              G
He'd been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through

And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
                                            C
Because he's never seen a single dream come true
           D
That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started fallin'

From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
                                  G
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you