C F
Every time I turn the radio on some cat's singing a happy song
C G7
About a woman who wakes him up every morning and loves him
C
Scrambles his eggs and unscrambles his life
F
Butters his toast with a golden knife
C G7 C
Bears his kids and nearly bout all of his burdens
F
And I just sit there staring at the wall wondering how I missed it all
C G7
I've been out half of the night and I'm hung over
C
Nobody woke me rubbing my feet
F
Just the sound of a jackhammer out in the street
C G7 C
And this ole room ain't exactly a field of clover
F C
Am I the only tavern-hopping beer-can-popping fool left in the world
F C
Am I the only sad-and-lonely meek-weak-freak without a girl
F
No one to love and make me happy call me baby or call me pappy
G7
Am I the only low-and-lonely woman-needing jukebox-feeding
C
Suffering son of a gun left in the world
F
Every time I turn the radio on some cat's singing a happy song
C G7
About the woman who serves him love on a silver platter
C
Makes his coffee sweet and warm
F
Holds him in her loving arms
C G7 C
I look in the mirror and I wonder what's the matter
F C
Am I the only tavern-hopping beer-can-popping fool left in the world
F C
Am I the only sad-and-lonely meek-weak-freak without a girl
F
No one to love and make me happy call me baby or call me pappy
G7
Am I the only low-and-lonely woman-needing jukebox-feeding
C
Suffering son of a gun left in the world