Fellin' sorry for one's self

Kind of a soul -country-blues song

I wondered wounded about where she was, And the dreams that I thought we both shared. It might be a sin believing because I wasn't the one that was spared. I drank at the bar with a man that I knew If only a face seen before So imagine my lonely deep stinkin' blues When she smiled and walked through the door. She was the woman I loved without fear He was just hungry for w****s He fed upon love, and bodies and tears She gave, cause she loved him the more. The room became blurry - I sweated my whisky And I watched them embrace through my stare I still loved her strong though she sure didn't me As they kissed as if I wasn't there. He found them and fouled them before I could move And carried them off to his bed And each of the women I'd love - just like her. He had left a trail of dead. He hurt them, and beat them and made them all cry He had given them babies and gone And in his night rambles it seemed that I Was only a man for the dawn. He had killed all their heart's and left them for me To love, to pach up and to save, But out of my life they all ran again When he came round and snapped for a slave. So who is the fool and who is to blame for this comical tragical play? I surely must like gettin' shot in the heart She must like his walkin' away.

Author's Note

Ya'll can chop this one to hell if you want to.