Woe Is Me Woe Is You
my doctor he smokes Lucky Strikes
a couple of packs a day born and raised in Hollywood he moved to San Jose i kissed his daughter once or twice but it never went further than that she ran off to Cleveland took my favorite hat woe is me woe is you feeling sad you are too things are bad as you can see woe is you and woe is me the 12:05 to Birmingham pulled out at 1:03 when i arrived at Five Points South my baby said to me “sammy you’re always late if you even show up at all said you’d come last summer and here it is next fall” woe is me . . . there’s nothing in the frying pan just gristle on the grill all i can say is oh nooo till i sound like Mister Bill i ordered up a t-bone steak they brought me shortenin’ bread then mammy’s little baby came and hit me on the head woe is me . . . i saw Elvis yesterday that’s right he’s still alive he’s working at a carpet store on highway 95 he said “sir may i help you?” i said “Elvis is that you?” he said “don’t you tell nobody or i swear i’ll come kill you” woe is me . . . guess i’d best be going now i’ll see you round the way i been a failure more than 50 years i was a failure again today the things that i’ve been doing wrong i’m bound to do ‘em wrong again but i’ll write you from wherever i’m going if i can only find my pen woe is me . . . copyright Samm Bennett - all rights reserved back to Lyrics Table of Contents |
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