I asked the roving gambler about how he laid his bets All he said was, "kid, you don't know how lonely it gets And if I had a dollar I could pay off all the debts Of a lifetime of living with nothing but regrets A lifetime of living with nothing but regrets" I don't know how this old hat Came to lay such weight on me When once upon a time it was the thing that set me free And this beat up guitar now tells the story in its frets Of a lifetime of living with nothing but regrets A lifetime of living with nothing but regrets I published some good songs set in the fingering of G With a note of Stephen Foster and a coat of R. E. Lee But neither of the two can tell me which blood red sun sets On a lifetime of living with nothing but regrets A lifetime of living with nothing but regrets