(Z. Muth)
I woke up on the wrong side of the roadside A dollar and a half anymore that ain’t enough to ride You left me standing in a room full of strangers with nothing to say Knowing full well that I never knew how to make friends the easy way

Chorus: I thought you loved me babe, thought you were the right kind The way you treat me lately you’re gonna make me change my mind Change my mind
I got the walkin’ blues down below and a heavy head up above Worn out shoes and wasted words are something I seem to have plenty of Been trying to catch up to the modern age but babe I’m a little too slow Got the payphone blues in a town I should have left a long long time ago

Chorus: I thought you loved me babe, thought you were the right kind The way you treat me lately you’re gonna make me change my mind Change my mind
I ain’t burned all my bridges in this town yet I know a few bartenders who still let me live on the money I say I’m gonna get I know it ain’t gonna do no good in the long run Who needs the long run when you get the short end of everything you try to get a hold of

Chorus: I thought you loved me babe, thought you were the right kind The way you treat me lately you’re gonna make me change my mind Change my mind