What a way to go 

 

 

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1. I met him in Seattle, bellied up to a bottle,
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telling lies in the Blue Moon Bar
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His face was hard and travelled and as the lines unravelled,
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I saw a man who could laugh about his scars. 

 

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Refr. He said I got Shanghaied in Vegas by a painted woman,
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I got hog-tied by a red-head in Ohio,
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I got derailed by a dancer down in Dallas.
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He said, women gonna be the death a me, but what a way to go 

 

2. He said a girl named Nancy once tickled his fancy
and backed it up with a fifty dollar smile.
He laughed when he remembered the pain of sweet surrender
but heartaches never seemed to clamp his style. 

 

Refr.2 He said I got tongue-tied by a teacher in Tallahassee,
I got french-fried by a waitress in Idaho,
I got way-laid by a widow in Wyoming.
Oh, Lord, he said, women gonna be the death a me, but what a way to go. 

 

Refr. 

 

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End. He said, women gonna be the death a me, but what a way to go