away Out of kindness I suppose Lefty he can't sing the blues All night long like he used to The dust that Poncho bit down South Ended up in Lefty's
away Out of kindness, I suppose Lefty he can't sing the blues All night long like he used to The dust that Pancho bit down south Ended up in lefty's
away Out of kindness, I suppose. Lefty, he can't sing the blues All night long like he used to. The dust that pancho bit down south Ended up in lefty
Rolled for a chance Taking back Earned my wings Solid ground Never fall Fueled by strength Scale the walls Fearless fire, focused mind Clear a way Synchronize
Hang around Out of kindness I suppose Lefty, he can't sing the blues All night long like he used to The dust that Pancho bit down south Ended up in Lefty
away Out of kindness, I suppose Lefty, he can't sing the blues All night long like he used to The dust that Pancho bit down south Ended up in Lefty'
around Out of kindness I suppose Lefty, he can't sing the blues All night long like he used to The dust that Pancho bit down south Ended up in Lefty
I'm left handed when throwing My shit across the room. I'm left handed when I throw a fit I use my left hand when I make myself come To my senses when
I got no right hand, or bruise when my skin is gone What about you did you get it enough What about me can I give you the stuff What about you did you
Always late with your kisses Won't you come to my arms sweet darling and stay Always late with your kisses why oh why do you want to do me this way How
You used me then refused me you brought this lovesick heart so much pain You abused me confused me but still I love you just the same I can recall when
Please don't stay away so long darling I love you dear with all my soul And sweetheart there can never be no parting If you won't stay away till love
Last night my best friend drove me home Cause he knows I drink too much since you been gone He knows I'll mhmm and die I can't get over you to save my
I can's stand to see a good man go to the waste One who never combs his hair or shaves his face A man who leans on wine over love that's told a lie It
I'M NOT THAT GOOD AT GOODBYE Writer Don Williams, Bob McDill Copyright 1973 I don't want to talk it over one more time No there's not much use in talkin
I just stopped off for a quick one at the tavern Just a drink, well, maybe I had two But I swore as I sit down at her table That darling, I was coming
If I had half the sense a fool was born with I wouldn't let my pride keep hangin' on To put up with the things you come up with I'd pick what's left of
Won't you tell telephone me That she can go I set her free For I don't want to say goodbye And let her see me cry Tell to her just any old thing Say
