I woke up this morning 
At the break of day
Just hugging the pillow 
Where my rider used to lay

Leavin' blues 
I can't stay here to long
I've been mistreated 
And I'm goin' home

I sometimes drink whisky, 
I sometimes drink wine
I've been mistreated 
And I don't mind dying

I've got my 32-20 
And my old .44
I got a shotgun on my shoulder, 
And I'm bound to go