Everyday is a better day without you I got so strung out I lost myself all tangled up in you Sweet lover, sister, friend, you were my everything I dreamed a dream of you but it wasn't true It wasn't true no, no I don't care now you are dead skin to me I

Wasn't she a beer drinkin' woman? She was a beer-drinkin' woman The story's true ladies and gentlemen All the names have been changed to Protect the innocent The year nineteen hundred and forty The city, Chicago the place, Rubin's Tavern The story goes

I don't want to die If you hear My last breath My love wasn't true Now all I have is you

So go I know you would not stay It wasn't true, but anyway It's going to take a little time While you're waiting like a factory line I'll fly across the park Backseat on the 79 Wasted days you've come to pass Pollination yellow cab You walk up the stairs