Тексты песни «Home Is Where The Hurt Is»

(Mark Ward) Called you up about an hour ago No one answered guess you weren't home Since you left I've had a lot of time to think Been a month of Mondays since I took a drink Poured what I had stashed down the kitchen...

HOME IS WHERE THE HURT IS Writers Marge Barton, Johnny McRae Copyright 1965 We're well known in every honky tonk in town Not a night goes by that we don't make the rounds People wonder why we choose to live this way...

[ with Sue York ] We're well known in every honky tonk in town Not a night goes by that we don't make the rounds People wonder why we choose to live this way Why don't they ever stay at home I hear them say But home is...

My glass is empty and so are my arms The lights are down low and so am I I drink not to think and I hate to go home Home's where the hurt is my sweet love is gone. Gone like a leaf in a dust of wind Gone like a robin...

We're well known in every honky tonk in town Not a night goes by that we don't make the rounds People wonder why we choose to live this way Why don't they ever stay at home I hear them say But home is where the hurt is...