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
She´s better off without me
And I´m better off dead now that she´s gone

She gave the most, took the least
And she even had the priest come to our home
And I cried and prayed and promised God
That I´d leave the stuff alone

Now I must die by my own hand
´Cause I´m not man enough to live alone
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
She´s better off without me
And I´m better off dead