Leaving blues

I woke up this morning
at the break of day
Just hugging the pillow
where my rider used to lay

Leavin' blues
I can't stay here to long
I've been mistreated
and I'm goin' home

I sometimes drink whisky,
I sometimes drink wine
I've been mistreated
and I don't mind dying

I've got my 32-20
and my old .44
I got a shotgun on my shoulder,
and I'm bound to go