(Mark Nessler) 
Hey once I was a honky tonkin' talk of the town 
Ridin' high in my bad 
Chevrolet 
I had seven pretty women 
Lord hanging on me 
A different one for every day 
But look at me now all my women's left town 
And a buck is getting hard to come by 
Well I must confess my life's a big mess 
I'm so low 
I could lay down and die 
Well you never know just how good you've got it 
Till you ain't got it no more 
You never know just how high you're flying 
Till you fall face down on the floor 
All I can do is just moan the blues 
And dream about what 
I had before 
Hey you never know just how good you've got it 
Till you ain't got it no more 
Here lately 
I've become one pool sharkin' fool 
Make my living on the buddies of mine 
I was cookin' last night when the chips were all down 
So I laid everything 
I had on the line 
I knew I'd regret that hundred dollar bet 
But you never learn until it's too late 
We flipped and 
I lost and then 
I paid the cost 
When the eight fell in on the break 
Well you never know just how good you've got it 
Till you ain't got it no more 
You never know just how high you're flying 
Till you fall face down on the floor 
All I can do is just moan the blues 
And dream about what 
I had before 
Hey you never know just how good you've got it 
Till you ain't got it no more 
No you never know just how good you've got it 
Till you ain't got it no more