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Well the stairs sound so lonely without you. |
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And I ain't made my bed in a week. |
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Coffee stains on the paper I'm writing. |
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And I'm too choked up inside to speak. |
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And yes, I know that our differences pulled us apart. |
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We never spoke a word heart to heart. |
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And I'm glad that you're gone. |
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But I wish to the lord that you'd come home. |
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And I'm glad that you're gone. |
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Got the feeling so strong, |
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And I'm glad that you're gone. |
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But I wish to the lord that you'd come home. |
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Well my guitar still plays your favorite song. |
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Though the strings have been outta tune for some time, |
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Every time I strum a chord, I pray out to the lord. |
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That you'll quit your honkey-tonkin' sing my song. |
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And I'm glad that you're gone. |
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Got the feeling so strong, |
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Yes I'm glad that you're gone. |
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But I wish to the lord that you'd come home. |
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So I'll throw another log onto the fire, |
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And I admit I'm a lousy liar, |
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As the coals die down and flicker I hear that guitar picker |
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Play the song we used to sing so long ago. |
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And I'm glad that you're gone. |
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Got the feeling so strong, |
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Yes I'm glad that you're gone. |
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But I wish to the lord that you'd come home |
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And I'm glad, damn glad you're gone. |
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I've got the feeling so strong, |
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Yes I'm glad that you're gone. |
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But I wish to the lord you'd come home. |