Well, I sold my nice clothesnI sold my bootsnFeel like a tree with a hundred branchesnBut I sold my rootsnShe's all, she's allnI got leftnnI watched my best friend leave menWithout one look backnAll those clouds coming innThey look so hot and blacknShe's all, she's allnI got leftnnWell, she got my heartnInside her handnShe could close it up shutnAnd crush me into sandnBut she don't, but she don'tnDo thatnShe don't do thatnnWell, ever man, woman, and childnThat I've ever knownnIs just a distance voice on the other endnOf a telephonenShe's all, she's allnI got leftnnI tried to make someone hear menWith my music and wordsnBut the sound waves bounced offnEverybody's ears but hersnShe's all, she's allnI got leftnnWell, she got my heartnInside her handnShe could close it up shutnAnd crush me into sandnBut she don't, but she don'tnDo thatnShe don't do that