Broken Man's Lament

I was once a broken man

I was once a broken fool

Lost my wife and children

To one basic broken rule

Now I live my life in silence

Though I'm not quite in a shell

I drink and listen to that song

A whiter shade of pale

Oh, a whiter shade of pale

I was a good shade tree mechanic

So I sent myself to school

They smoothed out my rough edges

In my hands they put new tools

The instructor once he told me

I could work on any line

I could tune and make a diesel sing

Just like Patsy Cline

Oh, just like Patsy Cline

Well, I met my wife to be

Through my mother's best friend son

She'd been a barroom singer

She was as good as anyone

But I asked her to stop singing

And the girl she did not flinch

Next day she went and bought that man

A brand new crescent wrench

Oh, a brand new crescent wrench

Well, we had three fine children

As eight years went on by

I learned to supervise a line

My knuckles stayed bone dry

But after supper I kept hearing her

By the kitchen radio

Singing sweet but desperate harmony

A little bit too low

Oh, a little bit too low

She left three months later

I'd just come home for lunch

The note said easy come hard go

But still love you much

She said I don't know if I'll be back

Or if you'll want me if I come

But if and when that happens, dear

You better let my sweet dream run

Oh, let my sweet dream run

I was a good shade tree mechanic

So I sent myself to school

They smoothed out my rough edges

In my hands they put new tools

The instructor once he told me

I could work on any line

But now a diesel ain't the only thing

Can sing like Patsy Cline

Oh, can sing like Patsy Cline

I was once a broken man

I was once a broken fool

Lost my wife and children

To one basic broken rule

Now I live my life in silence

Though I'm not quite in a shell

I drink and listen to that song

A whiter shade of pale

Oh, a whiter shade of pale