If Tears Were Dirt
If tears were dirt, I’d need a shovel, get me outta here.
I ain’t gonna live with this broken heart.
And I know you're hurt, hasn't been the best of years. We ain’t gonna live a day apart, day apart.
Lessons learned sure can bring a flood of tear. I'm gonna sleep in this box of pine. I raised my fist I told you I didn't mean it dear. I was trying to make you mine. When you see red, you surely went and made it clear. I'm gonna sleep in the backyard long. And the air is thick, mixing with my tears. In a few more hours I’d be long, long gone.