Miss Emily's Picture Lyrics

John Conlee Miss Emily's Picture

I wake up in the morning is a state of fright
On the wrong side of the bed all night
Clinging to the broken heart - Inside my head
Open my eyes and I move my hand
From 'round her pillow to the nightstand
And straighten Miss Emily's picture by my bed
Go to the office; the work's piled up
pour three fingers bourbon in my coffee cup
Cry on my best friend's shoulder - down the hall
I feel so lonely, when I close the door
I bite my nails and I walk the floor
And straighten Miss Emily's picture on my wall

CHORUS
Look out my window and what do I see, Nothing but pain
looking back at me

All that my future means to me,
Is tossing yesterday's love out into the wind
And straighten Miss Emily's picture now and then

I leave my office and I go downtown,
to a little bar we all hang around
Laugh -drink beer -shoot pool - and have a ball
When the laughter stops - and the hurt takes hold
I reach in my pocket for my billfold
And show Miss Emily's picture to them all
I stagger in the house and I slam the door
Scatter my clothes all over the floor
Wishing I could do the same thing in my head
I drink a beer and I eat a bite,
Just before I turn out the light
I straighten Miss Emily's picture by my bed

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