You know it seems I been about everywhere
I been out of my mind for maybe a year or more
I don't believe the condition of my travelin' things
To look at them makes me sore
And it certainly is awfully lonesome
Without you hanging around my door

You know I'm tired of all the hustle
And the dues I have to pay to make it by
Because there's a man inside there bothering me
And I have to face him daily in the eye
And I believe I might die tomorrow, girl
If I don't know you're standin' by

Hard to keep on tryin'
When the words don't come to point you out the way
So I smoke awhile and drink some more
And beg my mind to ponder what to say
And I believe I might die tomorrow girl
If I don't see you soon someday
Yes I believe I might die tomorrow girl
If I don't see you soon someday