C
I've been sitting trying to get myself
 
                             G7
Together after being with my baby


I filled up eleven ashtrays
 
                                   C
And I started writing six or seven songs


         C7
But like with her I didn't finish what I started 

                                F
And I've lost jobs on 'count of that

            G7
Cause I'm a doer leaving something left to do 

                           C
For someone down along the track


        F
I don't know anymore seem to care
 
                               C
The least about the things I'm doing

           F
I'd rather give a friend my wages 

                                     C
Than to go downtown and be someone I ain't


         F
And if a loser’s what you think I am 

                                          C
Then guess that's all I’ll ever 'mount to being


But I wouldn’t trade the world 

             G7                           C
And all it’s money for the changing of my name



Drinking wine and staying up for days 

                                G7
And days has kinda come to be a habit


If you wonder why I want the work 

                                        C
It's cause the law advised she keep the car


         C7
I'll get along with what I'm doing 

                                        F
Guess until my head gets tired of doing that

            G7
Cause I'm a doer leaving something left to do 

                           C
For someone down along the track


         C7
I'll get along with what I'm doing
 
                                        F
Guess until my head gets tired of doing that

            G7
Cause I'm a doer leaving something left to do 

                           C
For someone down along the track