Didn't feel so cold and tired stretched out before the fire
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Rolling smokes and drinking up her wine
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And I remember candle light and singin' till we couldn't sing no more
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Then falling warm asleep on Susan's floor
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Now that my song is sweeter Lord I'd like to greet her
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And thank her for the flavors that she gave
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A stranger I came my head bowed in the rain to her door
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I sat and sang my songs on Susan's floor
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In the morning I'd go on buying kingdoms with my songs
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Knowing I'd be back in just a while healing in the sunshine of her smile
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Well lots of times and songs have passed I catch myself just looking back
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Reliving all the wonder of those nights
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That's where I'd be today if I had only stay one night more
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And sang another song on Susan's floor
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Like crippled ships that made it through storm and finally reached a quiet shore
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The homeless found a home on Susan's floor hmm hmm
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On Susan's Floor
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| Dickey Lee |
