Bill Withers - Better Off Dead - Текст песни

She couldn??™t stand me anymore,
so she just took the kids and went
You see I???ve got a drinking problem,
all the money that we have I spend

Now I must die by my own hand,
??™cos I??™m not man enough to live alone,
Hey, she??™s better off without me,
and I??™m better off dead now that she??™s gone

Ah, she gave the most, took the least
and even have the priest come to our home,
And I cried and prayed and promised
that I??™ll leave the stuff alone

Now I must leave what I can??™t face,
I hope she???ll find her key to happy home
Hey, she??™s better off without me,
And I??™m better off dead now that she??™s gone

She used to call a friend and cried
??™til the man cut off the telephone
She??™d sit and cry while I 
went out and ??¦ the thing we own

Now I must die by my own hand,
Cos I??™m not man enough to live alone

Hey she??™s better off without me,
And I??™m better off dead??¦