(Emory Gordon Jr./Jim Rushing)



He sits all alone in his easy chair

Staring back on his lost yesterdays

Long before he encountered the bottle

And the demons that drove her away



In his hand he is holding her photograph

Her image all tear-stained and worn

Tonight he's embracing reality

And he curses the day he was born



And the darkness still echoes her warning

You can't have two loves in your life

Now the things that will haunt him

Until the day that he dies

Is the smell of cheap whiskey

And the sound of goodbye



Since the hour that she left he's been sober

And each breath that he draws makes him think

About the light of his life gone forever

When he traded her love for a drink



And the darkness still echoes her warning

You can't have two loves in your life

Now the things that will haunt him

Until the day that he dies

Is the smell of cheap whiskey

And the sound of goodbye



The smell of cheap whiskey

And the sound of goodbye