The Buck Starts Here      I never knew this place had so much empty space   Until tonight, when you walked right out the door   And so I walked to our bedside and pulled out that 45   That laid for years behind our chest of drawers.      At first, it looked too worn to play, the label all but washed away   Then I made out the name of my old friend   Thirty years, and a scratch or two, but when the needle hit the groove   I knew it was crying time again.      The Buck starts here   With Hank sure to follow   Turn him up loud and clear   He's singing my sorrow   Let the sad songs roll on   Through a house filled with tears   Where the good times is gone   The Buck starts here.      The people in the house next door think I'm tearing up the floor   It's half past four, my lights are burning bright   But this occasion's no big deal: it's just some boys from Bakersfield   Who came around to help me through the night.