Lonesome Wyatt and Rachel Brooke - Empty House | Текст песни

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• Lonesome Wyatt and Rachel Brooke
• Empty House

The worst feeling I’ve ever known
That’s what I’ve been feeling today
I’m all out of drugs and all out of hope
Lord take this heartsick feeling away
‘Cause it’s hard coming home to an empty house

The dog I had I put him to rest
‘Cause he tore up the girl next door
Now I’ve got to live with that
I feel as bad as if I killed my own Pa
And it’s hard coming home to an empty house

Wish I had the courage to slit my fucking throat
Wish I had a bag of that good old fashioned dope
‘Cause it’s hard coming home to an empty house

And everyday that passes away
I might as well be falling down stairs
I don’t wanna go to heaven, I don’t wanna go to hell
Lord just let me keep a-going nowhere
‘Cause it’s hard coming home to an empty house

I lock my doors and close my blinds
And then I just sit here all night
I try to sleep but I stay awake
I know there’s something ‘bout me not right
And it’s hard coming home to an empty house

Wish I had the courage to slit my fucking throat
Wish I had a bag of that good old fashioned dope
‘Cause it’s hard coming home to an empty house