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Sittin' on a barstool,
hearing sad slings on a slide guitar.
Knowing I'm a damn fool,
wasting money in this no-good-bar.
I'm looking back on failure,
on prison and divorce
with nothin' but a glass full remorse.
Sing that hopeless tune,
the broken badboy blues.
I tried to get on track,
I tried to call the truce.
I made the bad cause
and now I pay the duce.
I ain't got much to do,
but sing that broken badboy blues.
The blood I took for money
forever haunts my mind.
I was desperate and broken, drunk
and I had no faith to find.
So I took to the pistol
and I gunned that rich man down,
and I only wished they'd shot me back in town.
Sing that hopeless tune,
the broken badboy blues.
I tried to get on track,
I tried to call the truce.
I made the bad cause
and now I pay the duce.
I ain't got much to do,
but sing that broken badboy blues.