I was selling soap in 1954 Hey baby, maybe cause my baby had a baby
And I was still drinking dry gin while you cried, no, no more
And you were lying and crying and your tears fell a-dying on the floor
And I'm brought down And I don't think I can get up again
And I'm brought down And my heart is hurting again
Brought down, brought down, brought down
You were the fine lady in the early mornings that always painted her toes
And looking towards the east, you'd say hello to the early dawns before they rose
And you were the love lady that always hung up her finely pressed clothes
And saying so long to the western sundown, you taught me how it grows
And I'm brought down And I don't think I can get up again
Brought down, and you just broke my heart again
Brought down, brought down, I'm brought down
And I'm brought down And I don't think I can get up again
And I'm brought down And I don't think I can get up again
And I'm brought down And I don't think I can get up again
And I'm brought down And I don't think I can get up again
And I'm brought down And I don't think I can get up again
And I'm brought down And I don't think I can get up again