Lyrics

That day on my hands And it ain't funny, I can't understand Why you lay there With no hope for goodbyes I made a lot of money, but I don't tell you I cry If there's anything that I can say If there's anything that I could do If there's anything little darling That could make you love me Yes I guess sometimes the world Don't give you enough of that But I swear, I'll give love Guet up every mornin' And I swear it's not the same No early warning, there's no one to blame Meanwhile there is a woman, with Crazy Horse's eyes Oh, you can't make nothin' out of simple goodbyes Made a lot of muscle, fair-haired goodbyes And it took a hustle to get me on the road But ain't no early warning, to hang my gratitude Take out the muscle and win the solid shoes