(Jim Rushing/Emory Gordy, Jr)



He sits all alone in his easy chair

Staring back on all his lost yesterdays

Long before he encountered the bottle

And the demons that drove her away

In his hand he is holding her photograph

Her image all tear-stained and worn

Tonight he's embracing reality

And he curses the day he was born



And the darkness still echoes her warning

You can't have two loves in your life

Now the things that still haunt him

Till the day he dies

Is the smell of cheap wiskey

And the sound of goodbye



Since the hour she left he's been sober

And each breath that he draws makes him think

Of the love of his life lost forever

When he traded her love for a drink



And the darkness still echoes her warning

You can't have two loves in your life

Now the things that still haunt him

Till the day he dies

Is the smell of cheap wiskey

And the sound of goodbye



And the darkness still echoes her warning

You can't have two loves in your life

Now the things that still haunt him

Till the day he dies

Is the smell of cheap wiskey

And the sound of goodbye