(alan jackson/don sampson)



There's a lady living right above me

Pretty as a picture on the wall

Once i helped her with a bag of groceries

We met a time or two out in the hall



She told me somebody hurt her feelings

The hurt that's in her eyes is plain to see

Slowly she's been wearing out my ceiling

Walkin' the floor over me



Every night i hear her cryin'

Cryin' over some old memory

A little of my heart is down here dyin'

'cause she's walkin' the floor over me



Back and forth i followed every footstep

Countin' long enough to fall asleep

Had the sweetest dream last night 'cause i dreamt

She was walkin' the floor over me



Every night i hear her cryin'

Cryin' over some old memory

A little of my heart is down here dyin'

'cause she's walkin' the floor over me

That woman is walkin' the floor over me




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