Eyes that have seen too many barroom walls lips that have kissed too many times
Arms that've reached to one and all hands that have held too many gla**es of wine
I can't help but think what might have been if I had stayed at home
She wouldn't have the right to sin and I wouldn't be alone
Did I make her walk down that well known street or was it a choice of her own
Are those tears of sadness on her cheek
Or tears of joy because old mem'ries are gone
I can't help but think what might have been if I had stayed at home
She wouldn't have the right to sin and I wouldn't be alone