Oh Susie why do you have to go, oh Susie we can
work it out I know
You sit there smoking those damned old cigarettes
Actin just like you don't even care
Just how ong have you felt this way

I can't believe we're gonna throw it all away
So here I am face down in my own prison cell
The one you created and it's my own living hell

And I'm not worth a damn even on a good day
I try to pick up the pieces but they keep floating away
And when will God quit sending down the rain
Oh Susie, it didn't have to end this way

Well I woke up this morning and called
my brother on the phone
Hey little buddy, tell me what's been going on
He told me that Tracy had found another man
And she was moving east somewhere
around Birmingham
I said hey little brother I know just how you feel
I'm fighting making sense of it still

And I'm not worth a damn even on a good day
I try to pick up the pieces but they keep floating away
And when will God quit sending down the rain
Oh Susie, it didn't have to end this way

And I'm not worth a damn even on a good day
I try to pick up the pieces but they keep floating away
And when will God quit sending down the rain
Oh Susie, it didn't have to end this way