Oh, I used to wish I was a hard line taker, and they'd say, "Six to one a half dozen'll break her", 'till I fell in love with a young man who sang the blues Oh, bless my daddy, he warned me well He'd whisper in my ear and say, "Now look out, gal, There's always a ne'er do well gonna call you the fool"
[Chorus:] He said, "you'll never learn to fish on a borrowed line You'll never learn to write if you're walkin' 'round cryin' And it's a pity that you're lover died young, but, You'll never get tired of livin' alone".
So, now I dream of the lover that I don't know It's safer this way ''cause I don't have to go, oh, and he Won't come, so nobody goes away Sometimes I wish for the warmth of his hand Take a look in these eyes and understand I'm just a little too old to be a-learnin' the rules of the game
Oh, maybe I could take him to Mexico We'd kick our heels in the warm cloudy gulf He'd sing a song about the weather in the Poconos; This lover that I don't know Then two hearts would pound 'stead of one in the night I'd learn to fish with my own line Catch my dream and hope that line would hold
No, I never get tired of livin' alone Sometimes my feet get cold, when I'm livin' alone,