Chorus
Well, I lost my watch and I
lost my chain
Traded my bed for a bench in
the rain
Lost my money and I lost my
Hon
Never shoulda done it
Never shoulda run
Goin' down, down, down
Bottled rot gut booze
Nothin' but bad news
In the school of hard knocks
I really paid my dues
Beggin' hand-out meals
Runnin' runaround deals
Ragged holes in my socks
Showing through my heels