Poncho's Lament

[ti:Poncho's Lament] [ar:Tom Waits] [al:The Early Years Vol.1] [offset:0] Well the stairs sound so lonely without you And ain't I my maid bed in a week Coffee stains on the paper I'm writing And I'm too choked up inside to speak Yes, I know And our differences pulled us apart Never spoke a word heart to heart And I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home And I'm glad that you're gone Got the feeling so strong And I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home Guitar Well still my plays your favorite song Strings though have the been outta tune for some time Every time I strum a cord, I pray out to the lord That you'll quit your honkey-tonkin' sing my song And I'm glad that you're gone Got the feeling so strong And I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home So I'll log throw onto another the fire And I'll admit I'm a lousy liar As the coals die down and flicker I hear that guitar picker Play the song we used to sing so long ago I'm glad that you're gone Got the feeling so strong Yes I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home And I'm glad, damn glad you're gone Got the feeling so strong Yes I'm glad that you're gone But I wish to the lord that you'd come home