My cash, my credit all are spent,
that wasn't ever my intent.
My health, my hopes, my dreams are gone
and now I sing this doleful song.

I lost my job and wrecked my car
returning from a nearby bar;
The preacher called just yesterday,
he thought the time had come to pray.

My wife, my kids and dog have fled.
I lie alone in this cold bed;
"Twas all because of my affairs
with those sweet blondes with sexy airs.

My brain is dead, all joy is gone
and I am left with this sad song.
Oh! Wondrous powers, hear my cry,
help me awaken, I will try.