Leaving Blues

I woke up this morning

At the break of day

Just hugging the pillow

Where my rider used to lay

Leavin' blues

I can't stay here to long

I've been mistreated

And I'm goin' home

I sometimes drink whisky,

I sometimes drink wine

I've been mistreated

And I don't mind dying

I've got my 32-20

And my old .44

I got a shotgun on my shoulder,

And I'm bound to go