| Song | Since You Ain't Home |
| Artist | Mark Chesnutt |
| Album | Savin' the Honky Tonk |
| 作词 : Camp, Dodson, Mellons | |
| Since you left I can't stay sober | |
| And I've let the grass grow over | |
| Those pretty flowers that you planted when we moved in | |
| And the paint has started peeling | |
| Down the hall, along the ceiling | |
| Above the busted frame your picture's hangin in. | |
| And the carpet's wearin through, where I dragged around these blues | |
| And the curtain's torn in two, from me lookin out for you | |
| Once we held it all together, but I can't do it on my own | |
| This old house has gone to pieces since you ain't home. | |
| Our TV won't get no picture | |
| There's no lightbulb in the fixture | |
| In our bedroom where you used to love on me | |
| All the memories that we once shared | |
| They're all locked forever in there | |
| 'Cause I locked the door and I can't find the key. | |
| And the carpet's wearin through, where I dragged around these blues | |
| And the curtain's torn in two, from me lookin out for you | |
| Once we held it all together, but I can't do it on my own | |
| This old house has gone to pieces since you ain't home. | |
| This old house has gone to pieces since you ain't home... |
| zuò cí : Camp, Dodson, Mellons | |
| Since you left I can' t stay sober | |
| And I' ve let the grass grow over | |
| Those pretty flowers that you planted when we moved in | |
| And the paint has started peeling | |
| Down the hall, along the ceiling | |
| Above the busted frame your picture' s hangin in. | |
| And the carpet' s wearin through, where I dragged around these blues | |
| And the curtain' s torn in two, from me lookin out for you | |
| Once we held it all together, but I can' t do it on my own | |
| This old house has gone to pieces since you ain' t home. | |
| Our TV won' t get no picture | |
| There' s no lightbulb in the fixture | |
| In our bedroom where you used to love on me | |
| All the memories that we once shared | |
| They' re all locked forever in there | |
| ' Cause I locked the door and I can' t find the key. | |
| And the carpet' s wearin through, where I dragged around these blues | |
| And the curtain' s torn in two, from me lookin out for you | |
| Once we held it all together, but I can' t do it on my own | |
| This old house has gone to pieces since you ain' t home. | |
| This old house has gone to pieces since you ain' t home... |