I found a note from my old lady

It was underneath a bottle of beer

She said “I've had enough of your shit.

Baby I'm outta here.

There'll be no more home cooking

Or laying in my bed”.

What could I do? What could I do?

I opened up the beer instead.

What you gonna do?

I was driving down the freeway

Stickin' to the sixty-five

My old truck up and died on me

Nothing I could do to keep it alive

With no one I could turn to

And no money for a tow

What could I do? What could I do?

I left it by the side of the road.

What you gonna do?

I've had my share of good times

I've had my share of blues

I've been to rock bottom

And always paid my dues

I take life as I find it

I take it as it comes

What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

You never get another one.