(Bill Anderson)      (Eight by ten eight by ten)   All that's left of all our love now   Is just your picture, eight by ten   (A souvenir of things that might have been.)      My lonely world is only eight by ten eight by ten eight by ten   I remember the night that you gave me that picture I ought to   I've relived it so many times I remember how I couldn't wait to get home   Put it in a frame and tell everybody that you were mine.      Because you were mine at least until someone else came along   And took you off out of my sight   It's a good thing that you did leave me your picture to hold   Because now I can cry on your shoulder every night.      (Eight by ten eight by ten)   My lonely world is only eight by ten.      It's awful to be jealous of an old picture frame   But I'm jealous of anything that's close to you   And that picture frame seems to be holding you pretty tight   That looks like more than I'll ever do.      I wish that I could just be the glass in that frame   And be so close to the lips that I love   I am glad that I've at least got your picture to hold   But sometimes it's just not enough      (Eight by ten eight by ten)   My lonely world is only eight by ten...