Lyrics:

Well I`m lookin` for my woman, she slapped me in the face
She walked out on me, running towards that big rat race
I`ve searched a dozen places trying to find the one she`d choose
It`s a quarter past eleven, Lord, and I`ve got the twelve bar blues

Well I should be home a-thinkin`, with my phone book and my chair
Let my fingers do the drinkin` call and ask if she`s been there
It would have saved me 30 dollars, Lord, saved the soles on my new shoes
Saved a half a pound of Tylenol and a gauge of the twelve bar blues

Well I counted on her lovin` and I tell it on my friends
Counted boys on all my fingers when I bent the two cents in
Askin` everybody and finally found someone who knew
She was down in Club 13, Lord, and I`ve got the twelve bar blues
Since she was down in Club 13, Lord, and I`ve got the twelve bar blues