Unfortunately from Pretty Strange by Eliza Mary Doyle

He don’t even know my name, no more though I signed it in a letter
Guess there's no one left to blame it for, cuz I heard he's doing better
And just because unfortunately you confide in someone else
The one who wants to talk about it wanders off to somewhere else

The words I wrote to keep from sayin’, as I'm strumming my guitar
And it's just funny that you’re playin, the song I'm writing now
And just because unfortunately I confide in something else
The one who wants to talk about it takes his time to someone else

I'll be gone when my pocket's frayed
When I've spent all the money I barely made
When the grass is dead in the yard I keep
I'll hit the road after one more sleep

He won’t even know my name no more, though I signed it in a letter
Guess there's no one left to blame it for, cuz I heard he's doing better
And just because we laughed about it don’t mean that I’m laughing now
Ain’t no use to cry about it, such is life so lonesome aren't we now

• Folk
• americana
• bluegrass
• hillbilly
• indie folk
• indie-folk
• party
• rootsy
• Saskatoon