THREE HEARTS LATER
(Ronnie Self)
RONNIE SELF (ABC-PARAMOUNT 9714, 1956)

Well, my first love, the first heart
Was my life's desire
Well, then a second love, a second heart
Put out the first fire
Well, this has to be all a buddy sting
Now, here come-a number three
Well, I dropped number two, I lost my head
I didn't gain nothing but misery

Oh well, three hearts later, here I stand
Singing the lonesome blues
Yes, three hearts later, a lovesick man
With a eagerly feeling that I just can't lose

Oh well, number one, now we had fun
But I just wouldn't satisfy
And that number two, she just wouldn't do
No matter what I'd try
I thought that number three, now she was for me
I love that woman still
But I done her wrong, I sing my song
Three hearts, brother, gone over the hill

Oh well, three hearts later, here I stand
Singing the lonesome blues
Yes, three hearts later, a lovesick man
With a eagerly feeling that I just can't lose