| D | G | |
| There he goes | gone again |
| D | A | |
| Same old story's gotta | come to an end |
| D | G | |
| Lovin' him was a | one way street |
| D | A | |
| But i'm gettin' off where the | crossroads meet |
| It's a quarter moon in a ten cent town |
| Time for me to lay my heartaches down |
| Saturday night gonna make myself a name |
| Take a month of sundays to try and explain |
| Chorus |
| G | D | Bm | G | |
| It's gonna be | easy to | fill the | heart of a thirsty | woman |
| D | A | |
| Harder to | kill the | ghost of a no good man |
| G | D | Bm | G | |
| And I'll be | ridin' | high in a | fandangled | sky |
| G | D | Em | G | D | Em | A | D | |
| It's gonna be | ea | sy | ; it's gonna be | ea | sy | from | now | on |
| Raw as a whip but clean as bone |
| Soft to the touch when you take me home |
| When the mornin' comes and it's time for me to leave, |
| Don't worry about me; I got a wildcard up my sleeve |
| Chorus |