My Sophronie’s from Kentucky, she’s found another man
Can’t even kiss her, can’t even hold her hand
The moon we used to love beneath is still up in the sky
But now I’m just a hotshot with a teardrop in my eye
Love em and leave em, kiss em and grieve em
That used to be my motto so high
Till my Sophronie left me so lonely
Now there’s teardrops in my eyes
Till Gabriel blows his bugle, I’ll be loving that sweet girl
She means more to me than the whole wide world
I used to be a killer with the women me oh my
But now I’m just a hot shot with a teardrop in my eye