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

 Solo

 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