I've hit the snooze button on my radio alarm a few times,
and I'm gradually waking. I'm tuned to a country station -
some of that guitar work often gets my blood flowing -
but on this fine morning the songs that greet my ears
wake me because they're inane. I don't have a job
(or a car), so I sit outside all day and write...

My friend, I know you're feelin' low
I heard your song on the radio
And I can sympathize with your story
I understand why you feel blue
She must have been the world to you
But I think it's true, it comes with the territory

    Now you're lookin' like you wanna fight, son
    And I'm hopin' that you'll take it right, son
    If you gotta minute or two, I got a word that might help you

        You wouldn't have the trouble you are
        If you didn't pick her up in a bar
        Well, y'already knew she was "that kinda girl"
        If she did it to him, she would do it again
        Nothin' special about you, my good man
            If you're livin' like a pig
            Don't be lookin' for pearls...

Well, buddy, I hope this helps you out
I feel your pain, and there ain't no doubt
It ain't no fun when the one you love is untrue
Still, do try to see my reasoning
Son, the writing is on the wall
Whether you stand or fall, it all depends upon you

        You won't have the trouble you are
        If you don't pick her up in a bar
        Well, y'already know that she's "that kinda girl"
        If she does it to him, she will do it again
        Nothin' special about you, my good man
            If you're livin' like a pig
            Don't be lookin' for pearls...
            If you're livin' like a pig
            You won't find any pearls...