Song Length |
3:02 |
Genre |
Country - Honky Tonk |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Endearing |
Subject |
Junk Food |
Similar Artists |
Hank Williams |
Language |
English |
Era |
1950 - 1959 |
| |
Lyrics
I?M GROWING LONELIER BY THE MINUTE
EVER SINCE SHE WENT AWAY
LONELIER BY THE MINUTE
AND SADDER BY THE DAY
I DON?T KNOW WHY SHE DID IT
OR HOW I?LL CARRY ON
I?M LONELIER BY THE MINUTE
SINCE SHE?S GONE
She used to make the coffee
I?d scramble up some eggs
She?d move around the kitchen
I?d slyly eye her legs
But since she took those legs and moved them
Right on out the door
Breakfast ain?t the same here anymore
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Her hat?s still on the hatrack
Her coat?s still on the hook
She left in such a hurry
I don?t know what she took
Now this whole world?s a cold, cold place
No matter where I roam
And the coldest thing of all is coming home
One more lonely minute, I?ll rip this watch right off my arm
I?ll lock my clocks in a big old box with my radio alarm
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