i m down at the bowery oh lord oh lord i m gonna tell ya how i got here first i gotta shoot some dice and win so i can get my room again it all started with a love so true and the angels flew higher than i d ever been with a sparkle in her face and her eyes and the butterflies it all came rushing in a buttercup i lost my wife in 73 she took ill and she done died on me now i ve got nothing more to live for so i packed up a bag and went i just started wanderin i hid in the booze and the shadows of the night i just started crumblin a buttercup i lost my wife in 73 she took ill she done died on me now i ve got nothing more to live for oh it just don t seem fair i met her under a chandelier and time and space changed from there a buttercup i lost my wife in 73 she took ill and she done died on me a buttercup i lost my wife in 73 she took ill and she done died on me and i ve got nothing more to live for and i ve got nothing more to live for