Poor Dear

My poor, poor dear
My poor, poor dear
You had to know I was going to go
Now my bags are packed and I’m bound for that old dirt road

My poor, poor dear
My poor, poor dear
Don’t try and stop me
Don’t say you’re sorry…
Just open that door cause my hands are full

My poor, poor dear
My poor, poor, poor dear
You laid your hand me
Why’s it so hard to see
By the time you light up that cigarette I’ll be gone to Tennessee

I see that old house getting smaller
But you’ll see no tear marks down my dusty face
You said it would come with a cost
But like a sprout after the frost
Well, I found something that I’ve lost

My poor poor dear
My poor poor dear
You had to know I was going to go…
Now my bags are packed and I’m bound for that old dirt road