Day light has found me here again
You can ask me
Are you going to Alabama,
Where the trees grow tall and
When the quiet in this old house shows no mercy
And
The summer days are gone
Along with you they disappeared
And left
When the first hint of sunshine peeks
Between the window blinds
And
I take a pint of whiskey
And crack open its lid
I
Up 'til now my lucky stars shined brightest in the
Don't you look pretty
Dressed to the nines
Comfortably sitting on your
Heard the preacher at the service
Declare you’d gone home that
Sorrow, I'm told, comes and goes
But that ain't what I
Sometimes in the mornings
I wake up devastated that you're gone
It
I've been walking these mean streets
Hard concrete beneath my feet
Ain't
I apologize, I should've kept it hidden
Under wraps and out
You say the time has come for you to go.
Why
It's nearly 3 a.m.
And still, no sight of him
When it
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