Like a folk singer's song I'm moving on And I'm not the kind of man that acts very strong When the girls are looking on When the girls are looking on
(Benson/Falkner) Like a folk singer's song I'm moving on And I'm not the kind of man that acts very strong When the girls are looking on When the
(Benson) This is the sound of the world's smallest violin I've seen worse than the worst trouble you've been in You're the greatest sufferer that
(Benson) You'll be sorry the next time you see me You'll eat your hat I promise you that I'll say I told you so and you'll bow your head I'll feel
