Texty: Waylon Jennings. Honky Tonk Heroes.

Low down leaving sun
Done, did everything that needs done
Woe is me, why can't I see?
I'd best be leaving well enough alone

Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights
Keep a-haunting me in memories
Well is one in every crowd for crying out loud
Why was it always turning out to be me?

Where does it go? The good Lord only knows
Seems like it was just the other day
I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables
And generally blowing all my hard earned pay

Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes
There weren't another other way to be
For lovable losers, no account boozers
And honky tonk heroes like me

Where does it go? The good Lord only knows
Seems like it was just the other day
I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables
Generally blowing all my hard earned pay

Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes
There weren't another other way to be
For lovable losers and no account boozers
And honky tonk heroes like me

Where does it go? The good Lord only knows
And seems like it was just the other day
I was down at Green Gables and hawking them tables
And generally blowing all my hard earned pay

Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes
There weren't another other way to be
For them lovable losers and no account boozers
And honky tonk heroes like me