Ballad of a Middle-Aged Heartache

Well I gave that pretty little woman the best years of my life
She made my sober up and settle down, I’d be a husband she’d be a wife
And then she told me that she was leaving, that she was too young to settle down
I said, “So you want the guy that I used to be before you came around”

She said, “I’m sorry but honey this is goodbye”
And she slowly closed the door
And then I watched her as she sped away I my Galaxy Ford
Now I’m sttin’ all alone in a little pink house surrounded by a picket fence
And I’m thinking ’bout time this good old boy found the devil in him once again


I’m gonna drive ’till I see the neon lights of the first bar I find
Pull up a stool and light a cigarette, drink myself completely blind
Put Hank Williams on the juke box, and I’ll be shooting out the lights
Yeah the pink house is long forgotten, the drunk tank’s my new home tonight


And you can tell that jean-skirted Jezebel to help me go my bail
When they take me on downtown to the Tupelo County jail


(words and music by James Wilson)
copyright 2006 Joey S Arm Publishing