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