(Dean Dillon - Frank Dycus)

Well, I'm out on a tear 'cause she's tearing me apart
If I look rough on the outside, you ought to see my heart
And this look in my eyes shows beyond a doubt
That since my woman left I'm down and out.

Chorus:
Well, I'm down at the bar, out of my mind
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind
(Well) that jukebox cries the blues like it knows what I'm about
Since my woman left I'm down and out.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, I'm down to my last dollar but I don't really care
My friends have all got whiskey and they don't mind if I share
They know how it feels to have your heart torn inside out
Since my woman left I'm down and out.

Chorus:
Well, I'm down at the bar, out of my mind
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind
(Well) that jukebox cries the blues like it knows what I'm about
Since my woman left I'm down and out.

Since my woman left, since my woman left.
Since my woman left I'm down and out...