Well, I've got a lot, Lord, I've got a lot of losing
Friends and heroes I'm packing up and moving
One of these days I'll be left with nothing
But memories and old time
So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
'Cause I've got a lot, Lord, I got a lot of losing
By and by and by and by and by
Well, we never got paid but we had a lot of laughs
For running like thieves through the streets of Chicago
Look at me now, I'm leaning out apartment windows
Singing 'I Still Miss Someone'
So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
'Cause I've got a lot, Lord, I got a lot of losing
By and by and by and by and by
Picking up speed, picking up the pieces
Losing leaves in every season
The winter ends right at my feet
With flowers peeping up through a crack in the concrete
Well, I've got a lot, Lord, I've got a lot of losing
Friends and heroes I'm packing up and moving
One of these days I'll be left with nothing
But memories and old time
So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
'Cause I've got a lot, Lord, I got a lot of losing
By and by and by and by and by
I'm picking up speed, picking up the pieces
Losing leaves in every season
The winter ends right at my feet
With flowers peeping up through a crack in the concrete
Well, I've got a lot, Lord, I've got a lot of losing
Friends and heroes I'm packing up and moving
One of these days I'll be left with nothing
But memories and old time
So I better get, yeah, I better get accustomed
'Cause I've got a lot, Lord, I got a lot of losing
By and by and by and by and by
By and by and by and by and by
And by and by and by and by and by
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