Some were beggars, some were kings, and some were masters of the arts. But in their shame they're all the same, these men with broken hearts.
Why don't we all just get a long-neck?
I get whiskey bent and hell bound.
It's all over but the crying.
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land.
The greatest of men, they don't get too big to cry. They just loose faith in love and life.