The suns gone down
Maybe won't come back around
Sitting in the hot sticky night
Not even a moon for light

Just like my sad life
Alone again without a wife
Eating from a cold can
Don't even own a pan

This dark night is my life
Pain, alone and full of strife
Eating from a cold can
With hot air from a old fan

Sitting on the front porch
Waiting for the new day scorch
But it always ends the same
Passing out before it came

This dark night is my life
Pain, alone and full of strife
Eating from a cold can
Hot air from a old fan