Broken Badboy Blues Lyrics

Sittin' on a barstool,
Hearing sad slings on a slide guitar.
Knowing I'm a damn fool,
Wasting money in this no-good-bar.
I'm looking back on failure,
On prison and divorce
With nothin' but a glass full remorse.

Sing that hopeless tune,
The broken badboy blues.
I tried to get on track,
I tried to call the truce.
I made the bad cause
And now I pay the duce.
I ain't got much to do,
But sing that broken badboy blues.

The blood I took for money
Forever haunts my mind.
I was desperate and broken, drunk
And I had no faith to find.
So I took to the pistol
And I gunned that rich man down,
And I only wished they'd shot me back in town.

Sing that hopeless tune,
The broken badboy blues.
I tried to get on track,
I tried to call the truce.
I made the bad cause
And now I pay the duce.
I ain't got much to do,
But sing that broken badboy blues.