love in all the wrong places,. No fine girls, just ugly faces. From frustration, first inclination,. Is to become a monk and leave the situation. But ever dark tunnel has a light, I hope,. So don't
sign. Everyday is a winding road. I get a little bit closer to feeling fine. . He's got a daughter he calls Easter,. She was born on a Tuesday night. I'm just wondering, why I feel so alone. Why
I ain't complainin'. But I'd sure like to find me. A true, fine love. Someone another. That's as sweet as your mother. A true, fine love Cause the time is right. For walking in the moonlight
bitterish. Don't sit and whine. Think of banana splits and licorice. And you'll feel fine I knew a girl so gloomy. She'd never laugh or sing. She wouldn't listen to me. Now she's a mean old thing. So
of mind. Today is a good day. Today is a good day Without your company. I have so many holes to fill. At least seven nights a week. Killing time I still feel fine, I guess. My life was a mess
bitterish. Don't sit and whine. Think of banana splits and licorice. And you'll feel fine I knew a girl so gloomy. She'd never laugh or sing. She wouldn't listen to me. Now she's a mean old thing. So
bitterish. Don't sit and whine. Think of banana splits and licorice. And you'll feel fine I knew a girl so gloomy. She'd never laugh or sing. She wouldn't listen to me. Now she's a mean old thing. So
bit of a rounder. Siad these women are gonna make you go blind. Well I told my old man that I'm right over here. Like the way I see just fine. . (Chorus). I'm the son of a ramblin' man. Son of a
makers. I told myself that here's where I belong. I thought that I was doin' fine without you. And then I heard somebody play our song And that's a lot of heartaches for a dimeunverified. That's a lot
Long way from home, nowhere to go. What made the river so cold?. The sweat of thoughts trickle down my brow. Soaking and stinging my eyes Tell tale signs and cries of dreams unfulfilled. And time