That day on my hands   And it ain’t funny, I can’t understand   Why you lay there   With no hope for goodbyes   I made a lot of money, but I don’t tell you I cry   If there’s anything that I can say   If there’s anything that I could do   If there’s anything little darling   That could make you love me   Yes I guess sometimes the world   Don’t give you enough of that   But I swear, I’ll give love   Guet up every mornin’   And I swear it’s not the same   No early warning, there’s no one to blame   Meanwhile there is a woman, with Crazy Horse’s eyes   Oh, you can’t make nothin’ out of simple goodbyes   Made a lot of muscle, fair-haired goodbyes   And it took a hustle to get me on the road   But ain’t no early warning, to hang my gratitude   Take out the muscle and win the solid shoes