Got up this morning

Got into my car

Turned on the motor

But it would not start

Late for work

Feelin' tired

Worst of all

I got myself fired

Lost my job

Got my pay

Lost it all

On the ace of spades



But all my troubles

Would be through

If I could make love with you



Things got bad

Out of work

I robbed a store

And I shot the clerk

Woman sweet woman

I done my best

But that got me surrounded

I been shot in my chest

I can hear 'em comin'

Bustin' down the door

If I could only

See you once more



All my troubles

Would be through

If I could make love with you



(solo)



There's a reason for this story

Morals to my sons

Ya better know what's right

Ya better know what's wrong

When it rains it pours

That's natures way

We're all little children

That forgot how to play

There ain't but one thing

I got left to say

Somethin' don't come from nothin'

You always gotta pay



But all my troubles

Would be through

If I could make love with you