Better off Dead (Album Version)

Better Off Dead - Bill Withers
She couldn't stand me anymore
so she just took the kids and went.
You see, I've got a drinkin' problem
all the money that we had I spent.
Now I must die by my own hand
‘cause I'm not man enough to live alone.
Hey, 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
she even had the priest come to our home.
And I cried and prayed and promised
that I'd leave the stuff alone.
Now I must leave what I can't face
I hope she finds the kids a happy home.
Hey, hey she's better off without me
and I'm better off dead now that she's gone.
She used to call her friend and cry
then the man cut off the telephone.
She'd sit and cry while I went out
and pawned the things we owned.
Now I must die by my own hand
‘cause I'm not man enough to live alone.
Hey, hey she's better off without me
and I'm better off dead.
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