Bill Withers - Better off Dead lyrics

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She couldn't stand me any more

So she just took the kids and went

You see I've got a drinking problem

All the money that we have I spent

Now I must die by my own hand,

'Cos I'm not man enough to live alone

Hey, she's better off without me

And I'm better off dead

Now that she's gone

She gave the most, took the least

She even had the priest come to our home

And I cried and prayed and promised

That I'll leave the stuff alone

Now I must leave what I can't face

I hope she'll find the kids a happy home

Hey, she's better off without me

And I'm better off dead

Now that she's gone

She used to call her friend and cry

Then the man cut off the telephone

She'd sit and cry while I went out

And pawned the things we own

Now I must die by my own hand,

Cos I'm not man enough to live alone

Hey, she's better off without me

And I'm better off dead

Thanks to David for correcting these lyrics