I’m walking through the back streets
Of an old lonesome town
I’ve come to see the places that
My darling hangs around
What is it that lures him
These things I had to see
My heart must know the reason
He’s lost his love for me
In and out the honkytonks
I covered one by one
I saw the things he talked about
Saw his kind of fun
And if he wants this way of life
I’m glad he set me free