I'm gonna find a quiet bar, get a bottle of rye I'm gonna find a quiet bar, get a bottle of rye I'm gonna drink it all down and break down and cry She left me this morning and I don't know why Oh Lord, I can't stop this rising tide Oh Lord, I can't stop this rising tide She left me this morning with a 'Dear John' note Lying on the bedstead yeah, that's all she wrote She left me for another guy, I ain't never never gonna know why And now I can't stop Oh Lord, I can't stop this rising tide Oh Lord, I can't stop this rising tide Lord, I can't stop this rising tide Lord, I can't stop this rising tide