Well, I'm Laid Up On A Creek-bank,
With A Cold One In My Hand.
It's Eighty-eight In The Shade;
I Got The Bait In An Old Tin Can.
An' Ol' Blue's Been A Barkin'
At The Bobber On The End Of My Pole.
Yeah, Sometimes I Miss You, Baby:
Most The Time, I Don't.

Sundown, I Go Down,
Shoot The Bull At Ernie's Bar.
An' The Boys In The Band'll Let Me Stand In,
An' Play Guitar,
The Bar-keep'll Let Me Camp Out In The Corner,
If I Can't Can't Make It Home.
Yeah, Sometimes I Miss You, Baby:
Most The Time, I Don't.

Yeah, Sometimes I Miss Your Big City Lovin',
An' The Way You Sparkle Like Hollywood.
You Can't Blame A Country Boy For Tryin',
An' I, I Did The Best I Could;
I Did The Best I Could.

I Sold All The Cows An' Put It Down,
On A House You Just Had To Have.
You Changed Your Mind, But That's All Right:
We Only Lost About Nine Or Ten Grand.
An' By The Time Your New Boyfriend - Slash - Lawyer,
Came To Pick You Up In His Shiny New Jaguar, I Was Flat Broke.
Sometimes I Miss You, Baby:
But Most The Time, I Don't.

Yeah, Sometimes I Miss Your Sweet Lovin',
An' Your High Heels, You Look So Good.
But Nothin's Worse Than An Unhappy Woman,
An' I, I Did The Best I Could;
I Did The Best I Could.

I Take Your Photograph To My Dart Board,
An' I Take Careful Aim At Your Picture;
An' Sometimes, Sometimes,
Sometimes, I Miss Ya.

Sometimes I Miss Your Lovin',
An' Your High Heels, You Look So Good.
You Can't Blame A Country Boy For Tryin',
An' I, I Did The Best I Could;
I Did The Best I Could.
I Did The Best I Could.

Now, I'm Laid Up On A Creek-bank,
With A Cold One In My Hand.