Money for old rope Well, that's what he said While steadily wiping The sweat from his head Working the stables As if nothing was wrong He'd sing fly lady, fly by The words to her song Partial to a drink or two The smell of liquor on his breath His dogs and his horses Were all he had left He'd say, "living was easy I was doing ok" Until that one morning Life took his lady away His days would pass slowly He'd spend his whole afternoon Singing fly lady fly high We'll meet again soon.