Well the stairs sound so lonely without you And I ain't maid my bed in a week Coffee stains on the paper I'm writing And I'm too choked up inside to speak And Yes, I know our differences pulled us apart Never spoke a word heart to heart And I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home And I'm glad that you're gone Got the feeling so strong And I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home Well my guitar still plays your favorite song though the strings have been outta tune for some time Every time I strum a cord, I pray out to the lord That you'll quit your honkey-tonkin' sing my song And I'm glad that you're gone Got the feeling so strong And I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home So I'll throw another log onto the fire And I'll admit I'm a lousy liar As the coals die down and flicker I hear that guitar picker Play the song we used to sing so long ago I'm glad that you're gone Got the feeling so strong And I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home And I'm glad, damn glad you're gone Got the feeling so strong And I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home
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6:14 PM
HAHAHA!
6:14 PM
a Nice Pic and a Beatiful Song... Lovely
6:21 PM
Nice Picture and a Beatiful Song!!!!
6:42 PM
Thanks ...
6:56 PM
Well the stairs sound so lonely without you
And I ain't maid my bed in a week
Coffee stains on the paper I'm writing
And I'm too choked up inside to speak
And Yes, I know our differences pulled us apart
Never spoke a word heart to heart
And I'm glad that you're gone
But I wish to the lord that you'd come home
And I'm glad that you're gone
Got the feeling so strong
And I'm glad that you're gone
But I wish to the lord that you'd come home
Well my guitar still plays your favorite song
though the strings have been outta tune for some time
Every time I strum a cord, I pray out to the lord
That you'll quit your honkey-tonkin' sing my song
And I'm glad that you're gone
Got the feeling so strong
And I'm glad that you're gone
But I wish to the lord that you'd come home
So I'll throw another log onto the fire
And I'll admit I'm a lousy liar
As the coals die down and flicker
I hear that guitar picker
Play the song we used to sing so long ago
I'm glad that you're gone
Got the feeling so strong
And I'm glad that you're gone
But I wish to the lord that you'd come home
And I'm glad, damn glad you're gone
Got the feeling so strong
And I'm glad that you're gone
But I wish to the lord that you'd come home
10:55 AM
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