Oh here I sit with my first glass of whiskey
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Wondering where I went wrong
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How I wish she was still right here with me
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I long to hear all those old country songs
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Like old Hank Williams when he'd sing about lonesome
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And Hag about misery and gin
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If the jukebox would play Patsy's 'Crazy'
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Then I could let this new heartache begin
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The band just quit and the lovers are leaving
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And the bartender said it's closing time
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Oh I wonder if she's having trouble sleeping
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And if those songs keep on runnin' through her mind
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Like 'Crazy Arms' and 'A-11'
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The 'Lovers Blues' we're 'Together Again'
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Why baby, why must you and 'I Fall To Pieces'
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It's time to let this new heartache begin
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Why baby, why must you and 'I Fall To Pieces'
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It's time to let this new heartache begin
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This New Heartache
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Vince Gill |