I feel like I'm walkin'
Into the gallow
Headin' for to meet my misery
How come warm feelings
Often turn to freezin'
How come good girls turn to memory
There's nothin' I was doin'
When she came callin'
Nothin' outta the ordinary
Lifestyle of this lonely man
Guitar strings cut from my pants
Gallows don't know bout this yellow-headed, gin bottled blues
Misery
Miser-ee-hee-hee-hee
Yodel-ay-hee-hee-hee
Yodel-ay-hee, miser-ee, yodel-ay-hee
I sought to change her mind about a prance of poltergeists
Through the barred windows of my heart I threw down a key
Baby and I we live together now
But that homeless man she hangs around
Keeps standin' in the way of my fantasy
Miser-ee-hee-hee-hee
Yodel-ay-hee-hee
Yodel-ay-hee, miser-ee, yodel-ay-hee
Miser-ee-hee-hee-hee
Yodel-ay-hee-hee
Yodel-ay-hee, miser-ee, yodel-ay-hee
Yodel-ay-hee, miser-ee, yodel-ay-hee
Yodel-ay-hee, miser-ee, yodel-ay-hee
Yodel-ay-hee, miser-ee, yodel-ay-hee
