I Left By The Back Door

With My Wife's Lover's Smoking Gun

I Don't Know What I Was Hoping For

I Hit The Road At A Run

I Was Your Lover

I Was Your Man

There Never Was No Other

I Was Your Friend

Till We Came Along This Road

Till We Came Along This Road

Till We Came Along This Road



I Ain't Sent You No Letters, Ma

But L'm Looking Quite A Trip

The World Spinning Beneath Me, Ma

Guns Blazing At My Hip

You Were My Lover

You Were My Friend

There Never Was No Other

On Whom I Could Depend

Then We Came Along This Road

We Came Along This Road

We Came Along This Road