WHEN SHE’S NOT THERE
When she’s not there I sit quietly alone in my chair,
A drink in my hand, roamin’ ’round my home.
Turn the t.v. on, nothin’ much to watch,
Open the refrigerator door, stare a little more.
Dishes in the sink, wash em’ while I think,
Go n’ take a shower, soap n’ a little water.
When she’s not there, I think I can hear her everywhere,
Talkin’ on the phone, singin’ a country song.
Whistlin’ for the birds, sayin’ a bunch of words,
When she’s not there, I work out n’ the yard,
I sometimes look ’round, she’s nowhere to be found.
I put the laundry in, the sun is slowly goin’ down,
She usually makes me a drink, my woman’s nowhere ’round.
It’s gettin’ kinda’ late, no dinner on the stove,
I don’t appreciate when she’s not at home.
When it’s time for bed, when…
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