I'm sitting alone on a Saturday night, watching the late, late show
A bottle of wine, some cigarettes, I got no place to go
Well I saw your other man today, he was wearing my brand new shoes
And I'm down to seeds and stems again too

Well I met my old friend Bob today, from up in Bowling Green
He had the prettiest little gal, that I'd ever seen
But I couldn't hide my tears at all, 'cause she looked just like you
And I'm down to seeds and stems again too

Now everybody tells me, that there's other ways to get high
They don't seem to understand, I'm too far gone to try
Now these lonely memories, there all that I can do
And I'm down to seeds and stems again too

Oh, my dog died just yesterday, left me all alone
The finance company dropped by today, and repossessed my home
That's just a drop in the bucket, compared to losing you
And I'm down to seeds and stems again too
Got the down to seeds and stems again blues

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Writer(s): GEORGE FRAYNE, WILLIAM C JR FARLOW