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Fake roses on the mantle
Elvis postcards on the fridge
Ed lays softly by the ringer
Babyâs sleeping in the crib
Old broken taped up tail light
On mommaâs Monte Carlo
She donât open all the gas bills
Just leaves it on the dashboard
Itâs a low and lonesome song
When the wind sweeps through the pine
She just turns the TV on
Puts her mind on better times
Takes the long way home from work
Car parked on the wrong side of the bridge
Country gold, Saturday night, and smokes one
You donât have to tell me any of this
Itâs a low and lonesome song
When the wind sweeps through the pine
She just turns the TV on
Puts her mind on better times [x2]
Your heart is breaking
I hear what youâre saying
You donât have to tell me anything [x3]
He wonât come around again
She donât open that front door
She hears that low and lonesome sound
She donât answer anymore.
- Álbum:
- Then Came the Morning