It's a sad one i'm sure
without a doubt, the man in the refrain you were singing so loud,
He's got a long lonesome stare, he's had it awhile,
those worn in old soles, they carry your smile.
And now he's gone, gone, gone, and he's done you wrong,
I can't help thinking how he's a dead ringer, for me Sing how he'd try to dampen your eyes,
won't you cantillate how blue is the sky,
We got to the end, where the melody breaks, to the guitar fortaying the sound of heartache,
I can't help thinking how he's a dead, dead ringer, for me.