(Travis Tritt/Marty Stuart). . I used to be the kind of guy. I could laugh as well as cry. With a heart feather-soft and summer-warm. Since you've left me I've been faced.
I give my heart and soul to you. That's all I really know to do. If it's a crying shame. There's just myself to blame. . Sometimes the pleasure's worth the pain.
The man on the street without any shoes. With nowhere to go and nothing to lose. Somehow I can tell what he's going through. He looks like I feel since I don't have you.