Why play out this damned ole game
It ain't like I'm gonna make the Lovers' Hall of Fame
I'm too damn mean and too damn sad
All I do is leave a trail of lovers gone mad
Why do I stay in this game
Life ain't really been all that hard
It's like a bad barbecue in my neighbor's back yard
It don't taste all that great
But you can bet your bottom dollar I still ate
My life ain't really all that hard
Why do I cry and why do I moan
Only to spoil what little I own
What I have was given to me
With fewer strings than there ought to be
But still I cry and moan
Why play out this damned ole game
I ain't destined for no Lovers' hall of Fame
I'm too damn mean and too damn sad
All I ever do is leave a trail of lovers gone mad
Why do I stay in this game
Why do I cry and why do I moan
Only to spoil what little I own
What I have was given to me
With fewer strings than there ought to be
But still I cry and moan
Whoa Ohh
Why do I cry and why do I moan
Oh, the Lovers' Hall of Fame
I'm too damn mean and too damn sad
All I ever do is leave a trail of lovers gone mad
Why do I stay in this game