suggest to me
another
way
a rocky place
amid the din
a
road
I've never travelled down
a
dirty
bed
(not soaked in gin)
sing
to
me
your sad sweet song
the
pain
and
lies
you've been washed in
all
the
men
who've done you wrong
all
the
times
you've lived in sin
then
spend
the
night
with this old rag
and
tell
me
'bout
the
man
I could have been