One last slow blues to close the show
I watched you dance with her
You know it hurt me so
Why would you bring your new love around so soon
Why would you [bad word] salt in my wounds?
I ain't bitter, or one to judge
She won fair and square, and I hold no [bad word] 
Why would you bring your new love around so soon
Why would you [bad word] salt in my wounds?

Couldn't you wait till the healing hands of time
Squeeze the pain, the pain from my heart
Couldn't you wait till my blues and bitter pride
Tear it till it ain't torn apart

Take your prize now 
And just walk away 
We can both live to love another day
Why would you bring your new love around so soon
Why would you [bad word] salt in my wounds
Why would you [bad word] salt in my wounds

Make me feel no doubt
Make me feel so bad
Why would you have to bring your new love around so soon
Why would you have to hurt me, make me feel so bad [bad word] salt in my wounds  [bad word] salt in my wounds