Lyrics

I left my little woman With her head, hanging down in sorrow Oh, I'm having a good time tonight But I bet I'll hate myself tomorrow Oh, you understand what I'm singing about I've spent every cent I have, Lord have mercy Everything my so-called friends would let me borrow Oh, we're pitching a ball tonight I won't be able to face myself tomorrow (Face myself tomorrow) Why, does a man do these things, know he's doing wrong? Why, does a man roam the streets and leave his home at night? Oh, I'm having a ball Yes I am right now Oh, what will I do tomorrow? When all of my friends arе gone Nobody Oh my baby, will my baby leave mе by myself?