By David Allan Coe



Every night another woman

Every day a different town

If I'm not accused of speeding

I'm accused of coming down

With a legal dose of something

That you heard was going 'round

And you wondered why I lost my sense of humor



Every song another record

Every day just like a clock

Knowing well I've had to take it

Till I make it to the top

With the devil right behind me

And my heart about to stop

Then you wondered why I lost my sense of humor



Twenty years I was in prison

More than that I was alone

Some lily-white reporter

Thinks it's time that I was stoned

Without sin, he wrote the story

And it chilled me to the bone

Then he wondered why I lost my sense of humor



I shaved my beard and cut my hair off

It don't matter anyhow

It was truth that told the answers

To the questions up till now