I woke up this morning At the break of day Just hugging the pillow Where my rider used to lay Leavin' blues I can't stay here to long I've been mistreated And I'm goin' home I sometimes drink whisky, I sometimes drink wine I've been mistreated And I don't mind dying I've got my 32-20 And my old .44 I got a shotgun on my shoulder, And I'm bound to go