And if I ever made my mind up,
Put my pencil down,
And found something to pick up,
Made up another name,
And got my act cleaned up,
You wouldn't want me near as much.
And gave up everything this is,
Small towns and tempting frowns,
And things I can't resist,
Turned in my badges,
And erased my mailing lists,
You wouldn't want the man you're left with.
You wouldn't want the man you're left with.
You wouldn't want the man you're left with.
You wouldn't want the man you're left with.
You wouldn't want the man you're left with