He was sittin’ there beside me throwin’ doubles down
When he ordered up his third one, he looked around
Then he looked at me, and said, “I do believe
I’ll have one more.”
He said, “I hate this bar, and I hate to drink
But on second thought tonight I think I hate everything.”
Then he opened up his billfold and threw a twenty down
And a faded photograph fell out and hit the ground
And I picked it up, he said, “Thank you, bud.”
I put it in his hand
He said, “I probably ought to throw this one away
‘Cause she’s the reason I feel this way
Why I hate everything.”
CHORUS:
Why I hate my job, and I hate my life
And if it weren’t for my two kids, I’d hate my ex-wife
I know I should move on and try to start again
But I just can’t get over her leaving me for him
Then he shook his head and looked down at his ring
And said, “I have everything.”
He said, “That one bedroom apartment where I get my mail
Is really not a home, it’s more like a jail
With a swimming pool and a parking lot view
Man, it’s just great.
I hate summer, winter, fall and spring
Red and yellow, purple, blue and green
I hate everything.”
REPEAT CHORUS
So I pulled out my phone, and I called my house
I said, “Babe, I’m coming home, we’re gonna
Work this out.”
I paid for his drinks, and I told him “Thanks.”
Thanks for everything
compositores: GARY STEFAN HARRISON, ROBERT KEITH STEGALL
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