Merle Haggard — I Must Have Done Something Bad

I must have done something bad sometime in my life And I paid for it time and again But this time you've hurt me so bad, I could lay down and die And the pain grows each day ten times ten times ten If I thought my hand was against you, why I'd cut off my arm And walk off and leave it behind And if I thought that you needed money, why I'd sell my own soul And I'd even steal from the poor and the blind I can't understand how ice can glitter like fire Why you had me fooled all along I gave you all I had, then I searched around for more And now I have nothing at all and you're gone I must have done something bad sometime in my life And I paid for it time and again and again