I stand here alone on the bow of the ship Counting the hours 'til I die Abandoned to fate with no chance of return I raise up my fist to the sky But know that these days were the best of our lives And nothing can take that away So when we are dead we

(I'm gonna getcha) (Yeah, you can betcha) So, don't try to run, honey; love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone I'm gonna getcha; it's a matter of fact I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that You can bet your bottom

Check my pulse and if I'm dead, you owe me You don't know me Don't you think that I get lonely? It gets dark inside my head If you're lonely Don't you think you're on your own When it gets dark inside your head If I'm dead, you owe me You owe me, you owe

Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody) I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin' codeine (codeine) I don't fuck with nobody Yeah you hardly know me Thirty bottles, yeah the bill is on me (on me) Been livin' fast, no I can't take it slowly (slowly)

I love my baby like a bull dog loves his bone Last night she got crazy, called me up on the phone Said, "Come on over, daddy 'Cause I hates drinkin' alone" Said, "I had me a little and I had to have a little more Try to get up, could not get out the door

Hallelujah, I just love her so That's why I know, yes, I know Now, if I call her on the telephone And tell her that I'm all alone By the time I count from one to four I hear her on my door In the evening when the sun goes down When there is nobody else

And we are far from home, but we're so happy Far from home, all alone, but we're so happy We came here on his back And we caught your eye The salty ocean wind Made the seagulls cry The rocking of his house Had me holding on But I knew that I was safe

What a lonesome feeling When you buy yourself That's what I have today I've got to find my baby If it takes all night and day Blues with a feeling Blues with a feeling Yes the one that loved me Has gone off with someone else

Love for sale. When the only sound in the empty street, Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop. When the moon so long has been gazing down On the wayward ways of this wayward town. That her smile becomes a smirk, I

I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to