Better Off Dead
Bill Withers

Capo 8 (Key of F)


She couldn't s

tand me anymor

e
so she just took the kids and went.
You see, I've got a drinkin' problem,
all the money that we had I spent.


Now I must die

 by my own han

d
'cause I'm not man enough to live alone.
          
Hey, hey, she'

s better off w

ithout me
        
and I'm better

 off dead now 

that she's gon

e.


Ah, she gave t

he most, took 

the least,
she even had the priest come to our home.
And I cried and prayed and promised
that I'd leave the stuff alone.


Now I must lea

ve what I can'

t face,
I hope she finds the kids a happy home.
         
Hey, hey she's

 better off wi

thout me
        
and I'm better

 off dead now 

that she's gon

e.


She used to ca

ll her friend 

and cry,
then the man cut off the telephone.
She'd sit and cry while I went out
and pawned the things we owned.


Now I must die

 by my own han

d
'cause I'm not man enough to live alone.
         
Hey, hey she's

 better off wi

thout me
       
and Im better 

off dead