Stacy Mitchhart - Better Off Dead

BETTER OFF DEAD
B. Withers

She couldn't stand me anymore, so she just took the kids and left
You see I've got a drinking 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, even had a priest come to our home
I cried and prayed and promised God, that I'd leave the stuff alon
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 friends and cry, till the man cut off the telephone
She's sit and cry while I went out and pawned all 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-now that she's gone

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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

Written by:
Bill Withers

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