Every room seems empty now since she's gone away
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The music of her laughter is a thing of yesterday
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The patter of her footsteps when she'd meet me at the door
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The smiling face I loved to see is gone forever more
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I see a cozy love seat when we used to sit and talk
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My tears fall on the carper where my sweet bay used to walk
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[ fiddle ]
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A dozen other women I might get to take her place
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But none to touch her sweetness none would have her grace
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When her footsteps pleaded from me it cut me like a sword
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A goodbye told me she was gone my baby I adore
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I see a cozy love seat...
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My tears fall on the carper where my sweet bay used to walk
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Where My Sweet Baby Used To Walk
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| Hank Thompson |
