I try my best, I swear I do,
And my best is all I know,
I'll never leave this one horse town,
If you decide to hang around.

I found her in the morning at the table,
Hung over and staring in her spoon,
I tried to make some cakes on the griddle,
She just laughed and sang her little tune.

She said"Your love's like Tennessee tobacco,
It's killing me but all I want is more,
Your heart's a broken little chapel,
But I love its dusty pews and creaky floors."