Lyrics

Well, I'm laid up on a creek-bank With a cold one in my hand It's eighty-eight in the shade; I got the bait in an old tin can An' ol' Blue's been a barkin' At the bobber on the end of my pole Yeah, sometimes I miss you, baby: Most the time, I don't Sundown, I go down Shoot the bull at Ernie's bar An' the boys in the band'll let me stand in An' play guitar The bar-keep'll let me camp out in the corner If I can't can't make it home Yeah, sometimes I miss you, baby: Most the time, I don't Yeah, sometimes I miss your big city lovin' An' the way you sparkle like Hollywood You can't blame a country boy for tryin' An' I, I did the best I could; I did the best I could I sold all the cows an' put it down On a house you just had to have You changed your mind, but that's all right: We only lost about nine or ten grand An' by the time your new boyfriend - slash - lawyer Came to pick you up in his shiny new Jaguar, I was flat broke Sometimes I miss you, baby: But most the time, I don't Yeah, sometimes I miss your sweet lovin' An' your high heels, you look so good But nothin's worse than an unhappy woman An' I, I did the best I could; I did the best I could I take your photograph to my dart board An' I take careful aim at your picture; An' sometimes, sometimes Sometimes, I miss ya Sometimes I miss your lovin' An' your high heels, you look so good You can't blame a country boy for tryin' An' I, I did the best I could; I did the best I could I did the best I could Now, I'm laid up on a creek-bank With a cold one in my hand