We stood there in the courthouse room so close but
Up above me are the skies
Like the twinkle in
Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down
Here I am late again for the last time
And
I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick
On the
I got the picture that you gave to me
And
Come into this house and stop that yakity yak
'Cause
Darling, there is one thing I must tell you, you
You may be sweet and nice
That won't keep you
I might say that I don't care
Hold my head
Can Mary fry some fish, mama
I'm as hungry as
I got loaded last night on a bottle of gin
We used to go out walkin' hand in hand
You
Sweet dreams of you, every night I go through
I
I know the name on the tip of your tongue
Don't wait for the telephone if you want a call
Tonight the bottle let me down
It let your memory
I can tell somewhere there's someone you love more than
Why don't you love me like you used to do?
You tell me you married an angel
She's made heaven
