Sitting here thinking by myself

Sitting here thinking by myself
Wondering what to do
Got no money, no cigarettes,
baby, and I don’t have you

Seems to me there ought to be
Just one thing going right
But it don’t seem to matter much
the way I feel tonight

They say in a dry spell
You keeping hoping you’ll pull through
Well maybe that’s true
But I’m telling you

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