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she packed her car, paying special mind to the things her mamma gave, and hit the road she left her key there on the counter
with the ring that he had bought her and a note that said; it said damn this house, and damn the man you always tried to be
if it wasn't good enough for you, why the hell should it be good enough for me? with all this pain, its a wonder it don't make
mississippi rain.






when he got home, he found the front door open and all the lights were on. But she was gone, she left a note that said i'm sorry, I love you
but i can't live here no more, so he sat alone. In the kitchen light by candle, drinking more than he could handle and wrote a song, he said
damn this house. and damn the man i always tried to be. if it wasn't good enough for her, why the hell should it be good enough for me?
with all this pain, its a wonder it don't make mississippi rain.





Well the days went by and the pain got less but the memories remained. and the time they spent together, it was drowned out by the rain.




damn this house. and damn the man i always tried to be. if it wasn't good enough for her, why the hell should it be good enough for me?
with all this pain, its a wonder it don't make mississippi rain.




its a wonder it don't make mississippi rain.