You ask me if I'm happy now that's good as any joke I've heardIt seems that since I've seen you last I done forgot the meanin' of the wordIf happiness is empty rooms and drinkin' in the afternoonWell I suppose I'm happy as a clamBut if it's got a thing to do with smilin' of forgettin' youWell I don't guess that I could say I amDid you ever see a down and outer waking up aloneWithout a blanket on to keep him from the dewWhen the water from the weeds has soaked the paperHe's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' throughAnd his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pantsBecause he's never seen a single dream come trueThat's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started fallingFrom the bottle to the bottom stool by stoolLearnin' hard to live with losin' youYou wonder if I'm better off with freedom now to do the things I chooseWith all my times my own and I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to loseThere's no one here to carry on If I stay out the whole night longGive a cankerous damn if I don't callI'm livin' like I wanted to and doin' things I wanna doAnd nothin' means a thing to me at allDid you ever see a down and outer waking up aloneWithout a blanket on to keep him from the dewWhen the water from the weeds soaked the paperHe's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' throughAnd his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pantsBecause he's never seen a single dream come trueThat's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started fallingFrom the bottle to the bottom stool by stoolLearnin' hard to live with losin' you
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Kristoffer Kristofferson (Brownsville, Texas; 22 de junio de 1936-Hana, Hawái; 28 de septiembre de 2024) fue compositor de música country, actor y cantante estadounidense ilustre por canciones como Me and Bobby McGee, For the Good Times, Sunday Mornin' Comin'…
