Description Blues
help myself
I was in love with a married woman, an I just couldn't
help myself
But I don't go 'round breakin' up families, an' that's
the reason why I left
She looked at me like she could kill me, when I said
that we were through
She looked at me like she could kill me, when I said
that we were through
I'm on the side that's doin' the buildin', and not the
wreckin' crew
There are so many women, that are footloose an fancy
free
There are so many single women, that are footloose an
fancy free
So why should I fool with a married woman, who can't
can't do a thing for me?