knockin' on my front door
I'm in here hidin' in a dresser drawer
And I think he's a little bit mad at me
Now I'm sellin' pencils on Skid Row
And that woman is gonna be the death of me
I went to get some cigarettes
And I want you to understand
Every time I started to pick one up
Somebody stepped on my hand
The cost of livin' and the revenue
Lordy, what can a poor man do
And that woman is gonna be the
I went to the bar of my troubles to drown
They took my bottle away from me
I had a gypsy to read my palms
She said troubles all your life
They got a sale on groceries
At a store right down the street
Everything is marked down
Just twice what it cost last week
My bills are all due, I ain't gotta die
I'm gettin' old before my time
I'm gettin' old before my time
That woman is gonna be the death of me