I gave up drinking, I did it for lent
By the first of May, well honey I could pay the rent
Then I gave up gambling and cigarettes
and by the end of June you know I,
I had no debts
Here in September, I got nothing to lose
So I gave up my baby for the blues
You won't find me dining in fancy cafes
No summer vacations soaking up them rays
No Neiman Marcus, no winter cruise
No pinky ring, no no no no shark skin shoes
Here in September, I got nothing to lose
So I gave up my baby for the blues
When you give it up and make the load real light
Whacha got left just don't feel right
It's easy to quit it's easy to rearrange
But if you go too far you find yourself
Addicted to change
Here in September, I got nothing to lose
So I gave up my baby for the blues
I give it up
I give it up...
