The lamp is burned low, at the brick house down the street,
At the very same place i got knocked off my feet,
A nickel a dime boys i got what you need,
I’m a criminal man, come from a criminal breed.
Ay-o, ay-o, ay-o, o, o, ooo.
So many love’s i have lost throughout my whole life,
Well i try to make it better, but the scotch won’t suffice,
If a man of desire were a man of the times, then i’d be a few years back,
A few dollars behind.
Ay-o, ay-o, ay-o, o, o, ooo.
Well this ain’t a sad song boy, this is my life,
And i live for the sin, the struggle, the strife,
I live to laugh, and i live to cry,
Well i live till i don’t, then i guess that i’ll die.