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