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Los Marty

Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning Hits me straight in the eye Guess you forgot to close the blind last night Oh, that's right, I forgot it was me I

Times have changed You're not the same as you used to be Times have changed And now you say that you're through with me Where once I knew a love with

The same two lips that once told me they loved me Are the same two lips that now tell me goodbye And the same two hands that once held mine so tightly

Written by Harlan Howard An old guitar picker had run out liquor So I sat down beside him and bought him a drink I bought him another and finally some

ah, you be Mac. Marty: Oh, I'd, ah I'd be delighted Lester: I'd be delighted! Marty: I'd be delighted! Lester: You're about the size of Mac now. Marty

Ninety days since the country's seen a drop of rain Fourty four since the grass begin to burn Thirsty cattle are millin' round the old creek bed Disty

I grew up in Alabama in a valley I called home And I learned to love sweet lily from the start But I had to do my duty yes I had to do my part But the

What's that around your head, is it a halo? And what's that on your shoulders, is it wings? You must be a walkin' piece of heaven Or is it love that makes

When you can?t speak a word Or even shed a tear And you just don?t feel Like anyone is near I?ll be there When you?re screaming out loud And no one hears