I Sold My House To Jerry Seinfeld.

From A Town Known As Wheeling, West Virginia Rode A Boy With A Six-gun In His Hand And His Daring Life Of Crime Made Him A Legend In His Time East And West Of The Rio Grande. Well, He Started With A Bank In Colorado In The Pocket Of His Vest A Colt He Hid. And His Age And His Size Took The Teller By Surprise, And The Word Spread Of Billy The Kid.

They Say That No One's Gonna Play This On The Radio. They Said The Melancholy Blues Were Dead And Gone. But Only Songs Like These Played In Minor Keys, Keep Those Memories Holding On.

It's Alright, You Can Afford To Lose A Day Or Two

If It Seems Like I've Been Lost In 'lets Remember', If It Seems I'm Gettin' Older And Missin' My Younger Days, Well You Shoulda Known Me Much Better, Cause The Past Is Something That Never Got In My Way.

They Are Sharing A Drink Called Loneliness.