The walk-in is empty On the right side of the bedroom The drawers in the dresser Are empty and bare
She took all of her records And all the good dishes There's hardly a sign That a woman's been there
She took the Emmy I bought her She didn't steal my Nelson She's sworn off us gingers So it would seem
But I bet you good money If she's runnin' with another He don't hold a flame To the likeness of me
Therе's a note on the table I'm skimmin' it ovеr As the rain beats down On the tin roof outside
And I can't help but notice That spiteful young woman Ran out with my clothes Left to soak on the line I don't understand I'm a likeable man How the hell could she leave this behind
There's questions big as oceans Floatin' round in my mind But the one I keep askin' Is the wonderin' of why
Ironin' ain't called for And coffee is easy Biscuits are tricky My cookin's a crime
But guitars and women They come and they leave me With lovin' and six strings I'll surely survive