Well I'm lookin' for my woman, she slapped me in the face She walked out on me, running towards that big rat race I've searched a dozen places trying to find the one she'd choose It's a quarter past eleven, Lord, and I've got the twelve bar blues Well I should be home a-thinkin', with my phone book and my chair Let my fingers do the drinkin' call and ask if she's been there It would have saved me 30 dollars, Lord, saved the soles on my new shoes Saved a half a pound of Tylenol and a gauge of the twelve bar blues Well I counted on her lovin' and I tell it on my friends Counted boys on all my fingers when I bent the two cents in Askin' everybody and finally found someone who knew She was down in Club 13, Lord, and I've got the twelve bar blues Since she was down in Club 13, Lord, and I've got the twelve bar blues