Left Behind Lyrics

Song	Left Behind
Artist	Grace Potter and the Nocturnals
Album	Nothing But the Water
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	Well, he’s gone to find his way again
	Said he’s lost his only friend
	He’s got a jar of cash to spend
	He’s runnin' off just like he done before
	And he made his stop down at the track
	Sold his favorite leather hat
	Told the man he won’t be back
	And rounded out an old unsettled score
	But ooh, this ain’t the first time
	That I’ve been left behind
	Well, I’d cook his lunch and wash his clothes
	He’d tend the fence and shoot the crows
	And somewhere in there we got close
	They say a handy man is hard to find
	Well, he bought the farm,
	I sold my car
	He left me with a silver scar
	He’s colder then a steel guitar
	He always warned he ain’t the lovin' kind
	I told him ooh, this ain’t the first time
	That I’ve been left behind
	Well, some days
	I cry like a child
	Other days
	I ramble wild
	He’s got me so goddamn beguiled
	And I don’t even know his middle name
	He’s been lost and found before
	But I’ve stopped waitin' by the door
	But I still love him to the core
	I only wish that he could do the same
	But ooh, this ain’t the first time
	That I’ve been left behind
	Well, he don’t call and he don’t write
	He slips on in after midnight
	I never turn off my porch light
	He always finds his way back to my place
	And I never asked him for a ring
	He gave this old song to sing
	And helped himself to everythin'
	And now I’m here without a speck of grace
	But ooh, this ain’t the first time
	That I’ve been left behind, left behind

	Well, he' s gone to find his way again
	Said he' s lost his only friend
	He' s got a jar of cash to spend
	He' s runnin' off just like he done before
	And he made his stop down at the track
	Sold his favorite leather hat
	Told the man he won' t be back
	And rounded out an old unsettled score
	But ooh, this ain' t the first time
	That I' ve been left behind
	Well, I' d cook his lunch and wash his clothes
	He' d tend the fence and shoot the crows
	And somewhere in there we got close
	They say a handy man is hard to find
	Well, he bought the farm,
	I sold my car
	He left me with a silver scar
	He' s colder then a steel guitar
	He always warned he ain' t the lovin' kind
	I told him ooh, this ain' t the first time
	That I' ve been left behind
	Well, some days
	I cry like a child
	Other days
	I ramble wild
	He' s got me so goddamn beguiled
	And I don' t even know his middle name
	He' s been lost and found before
	But I' ve stopped waitin' by the door
	But I still love him to the core
	I only wish that he could do the same
	But ooh, this ain' t the first time
	That I' ve been left behind
	Well, he don' t call and he don' t write
	He slips on in after midnight
	I never turn off my porch light
	He always finds his way back to my place
	And I never asked him for a ring
	He gave this old song to sing
	And helped himself to everythin'
	And now I' m here without a speck of grace
	But ooh, this ain' t the first time
	That I' ve been left behind, left behind

	Well, he' s gone to find his way again
	Said he' s lost his only friend
	He' s got a jar of cash to spend
	He' s runnin' off just like he done before
	And he made his stop down at the track
	Sold his favorite leather hat
	Told the man he won' t be back
	And rounded out an old unsettled score
	But ooh, this ain' t the first time
	That I' ve been left behind
	Well, I' d cook his lunch and wash his clothes
	He' d tend the fence and shoot the crows
	And somewhere in there we got close
	They say a handy man is hard to find
	Well, he bought the farm,
	I sold my car
	He left me with a silver scar
	He' s colder then a steel guitar
	He always warned he ain' t the lovin' kind
	I told him ooh, this ain' t the first time
	That I' ve been left behind
	Well, some days
	I cry like a child
	Other days
	I ramble wild
	He' s got me so goddamn beguiled
	And I don' t even know his middle name
	He' s been lost and found before
	But I' ve stopped waitin' by the door
	But I still love him to the core
	I only wish that he could do the same
	But ooh, this ain' t the first time
	That I' ve been left behind
	Well, he don' t call and he don' t write
	He slips on in after midnight
	I never turn off my porch light
	He always finds his way back to my place
	And I never asked him for a ring
	He gave this old song to sing
	And helped himself to everythin'
	And now I' m here without a speck of grace
	But ooh, this ain' t the first time
	That I' ve been left behind, left behind

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