Lyrics:

Fake roses on the mantle
Elvis postcards on the fridge
Ed lays softly by the ringer
Babys sleeping in the crib
Old broken taped up tail light
On mommas Monte Carlo
She dont open all the gas bills
Just leaves it on the dashboard

Its a low and lonesome song
When the wind sweeps through the pine
She just turns the TV on
Puts her mind on better times

Takes the long way home from work
Car parked on the wrong side of the bridge
Country gold, Saturday night, and smokes one
You dont have to tell me any of this

Its a low and lonesome song
When the wind sweeps through the pine
She just turns the TV on
Puts her mind on better times [x2]

Your heart is breaking
I hear what youre saying
You dont have to tell me anything [x3]

He wont come around again
She dont open that front door
She hears that low and lonesome sound
She dont answer anymore.
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