Lyrics:

(Hank CardConrad Deisler) We had a little quarrel, she and I She told me just to curl up and die I crept out to drown my sorrows At a joint called no tomorrows Where the old man came and looked me in the eye Old Blevins I could tell he had some wisdom to impart Some story that was etched and burned and stamped Upon his heart Then his eyes began to glisten 'Cause he could see that I would listen We sat there at that bar 'til nearly three And this is what Old Blevins said to me He said