Well The Stairs Sound So Lonely Without You

And I Ain't Made 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