Roger Miller — Every Which-A-Way

Every which-a-way I go and every which-a-way I turn I seem to be Looking for a love I never never find, fighting back pain and misery One day my love run away now everything I touch just seems to turn To more heartache and misery, making my poor heart burn, burn I found the thrill of love Then felt the chill of love Funny I'm still in love Even though she let me down And then gave me the run-around Every which-a-way I go and every which-a-way I turn I seem to be Looking for a love I never never find, fighting back pain and misery I found the thrill of love Then felt the chill of love Funny I'm still in love Even though she let me down And then gave me the run-around Oh, every which-a-way I go and every which-a-way I turn I seem to be Looking for a love I never never find, fighting back pain and misery