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Low down leaving sun, I've done did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't I see, I best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights They keep a hauntin' me and memories There is one in every crowd, for cryin' out loud Why was it always turnin' out to be me. Chorus: Where does it go, the good Lord only knows It seems like it was just the other day I was down at Green Gables, hawkin' them tables And generally blowin' all my hard earned pay. Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes There weren't another other way to be For loveable losers, and no account boozers And honky tonk heroes like me... From Letras Mania