Well ever since I've walked I've heard men talk About the one that got away I've heard old men call I've seen young men crawl For the one that got away And in their darkest hours You can hear them say I'd give all I got For just one more shot At the one that got away I was born on a Tuesday morning' On a blue wet sunny day I grew up fast And I grew up crazy And I didn't have a lot to say But I could feel it comin Closer every day And I grew older watchin' Over my shoulder For the one that got away My daddy taught me how to work for a livin' And my mama taught me how to pray After twenty years of school I was still a blame fool Hadn't learned about the world's ways Lookin' for a rainbow And a place where I could stay But more and more I was lookin' for The one that got away Well I did this And I did that And I guess I did okay I did whatever I had to do And I did it in my own way Whatever hand I drew Whatever hand I played From place to place I come face to face With the one that got away Well when I stop And one day I'll stop And decide to put it all away When I total up my winnings And my losings for the day Nothing is for certain Or more certain I will say In my wildest dreams There's nothing I've seen Like the one that got away