F She couldn't stand me anymore So she just took the kids and went You see, I've got a drinkin' problem All the money that we had I spentC Now I must die by my own hand 'Cause I'm not man enough to live aloneB7 Hey, hey, she's better off without meC And I'm better off dead now that she's goneF Ah, she gave the most, took the least She even had the priest come to our home And I cried and prayed and promised That I'd leave the stuff aloneC Now I must leave what I can't face I hope she finds the kids a happy homeB7 Hey, hey she's better off without meC And I'm better off dead now that she's goneF She used to call her friend and cry Then the man cut off the telephone She'd sit and cry while I went out And pawned the things we ownedC Now I must die by my own hand 'Cause I'm not man enough to live aloneB7 Hey, hey she's better off without meC And Im better off dead
Better Off Dead
Bill Withers
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