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I thought I heard the telephone so I stumbled from my bed

Thinking it’d be you saying you’re sorry again

But as I made it to the front room in time to pick it up

There was no one on the other end

So I put on a pot of coffee and smoked a cigarette

And I listened to the autumn wind a-moan

I heard some tires on the gravel

So I looked out to see if it was you turning down the road

Lord, if you’re listening I know you’re a busy man

And there’s lots of places that you’ve gotta be

But there’s a little girl in this little town

Do me a favor if you can

Tell me, is she thinking about me

I poked around a couple of hours and did nothing much at all

Save sit and stare into the yard

I saw a hairpin on the table that she must of left behind

Funny how a thing so small can tear your whole world apart

It’s a sad song on the radio and it’s whiskey in a cup

And the thought that I’ve got nothing left to loose

It’s the slow burning down my throat and the numbness in my head

And it’s the only thing it seems that can get me through

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