That day on my hands
And it ain t funny, I can t understand
Why you lay there
With no hope for goodbyes
I made a lot of money, but I don t tell you I cry
If there s anything that I can say
If there s anything that I could do
If there s anything little darling
That could make you love me
Yes I guess sometimes the world
Don t give you enough of that
But I swear, I ll give love
Guet up every mornin
And I swear it s not the same
No early warning, there s no one to blame
Meanwhile there is a woman, with Crazy Horse s eyes
Oh, you can t make nothin out of simple goodbyes
Made a lot of muscle, fair-haired goodbyes
And it took a hustle to get me on the road
But ain t no early warning, to hang my gratitude
Take out the muscle and win the solid shoes