Every time I turn the radio on some cat's singin' a happy song

About a woman who wakes him up every morning and loves him

Scrambles his eggs and unscrambles his life butters his toast with a golden knife

Bears his kids and nearly bout all of his burdens

And I just sit there starin' at the wall wonderin' how I missed it all

I've been out half of the night and I'm hung over

Nobody woke me rubbin' my feet just the sound of a jackhammer out in the street

And this ole room ain't exactly a field of clover

Am I the only tavern-hoppin' beer-can-poppin' fool left in the world

Am I the only sad-and-lonely meek-weak-freak without a girl

No one to love and make me happy call me baby or call me pappy

Am I the only low-and-lonely woman-needin' jukebox-feedin'

Sufferin' son of a gun left in the world

[ guitar - steel ]

Every time I turn the radio on some cat's singin' a happy song

About the woman who serves him love on a silver platter

Makes his coffee sweet and warm holds him in her lovin' arms

I look in the mirror and I wonder what's the matter

Am I the only tavern-hoppin'...