Sittin' on a barstool, Hearing sad slings on a slide guitar. Knowing I'm a damn fool, Wasting money in this no-good-bar. I'm looking back on failure, On prison and divorce With nothin' but a glass full remorse. Sing that hopeless tune, The broken badboy blues. I tried to get on track, I tried to call the truce. I made the bad cause And now I pay the duce. I ain't got much to do, But sing that broken badboy blues. The blood I took for money Forever haunts my mind. I was desperate and broken, drunk And I had no faith to find. So I took to the pistol And I gunned that rich man down, And I only wished they'd shot me back in town. Sing that hopeless tune, The broken badboy blues. I tried to get on track, I tried to call the truce. I made the bad cause And now I pay the duce. I ain't got much to do, But sing that broken badboy blues.