Left Behind

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Grace Potter & The Nocturnals - Pop

Left Behind

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Well, he's gone to find his way again He said he's lost his only friend He's got a jar of cash to spend He's running off just like he done before And he made a stop down at the track He sold his favorite leather hat He told the man he won't be back And rounded out an old unsettled score But ooh, this ain't the first time that I've been left behind I'd cook his lunch and wash his clothes He'd tend the fence and shoot the crows And somewhere in there, we got close They say a handyman is hard to find He bought the farm, I sold my car He left me with a silver scar He's colder than a steel guitar He always warned he ain't the loving kind I told him ooh, this ain't the first time that I've been left behind Well some days, I cry like a child Other days, I ramble wild He's got me so goddamn beguiled And I don't even know his middle name He's been lost and found before And I've stopped waiting by the door But I still love him to the core I only wish that he could do the same But ooh, this ain't the first time that I've been left behind Well, he don't call and he don't write He slips on in after midnight I never turn off my porch light He always finds his way back to my place And I never asked him for a ring But he gave me this old song to sing And helped himself to everything And now I'm here without a speck of grace But ooh, this ain't the first time that I've been left behind Left behind

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Credits

Writers
  • Bryan Dondero
  • Scott Tournet
  • Matt Burr
  • Grace Potter