The moon is full and my arms are empty All night long Ive pleaded and cried You always said the day that you would leave me Would be a cold day in July Your bags are packed not a word is spoken I guess we said everything with good-bye Time moves so...
daddy sits on the front porch swingin' look in' out on a bacon field used to be filled with burning tobacco now he knows it never will my brother found work in indiana sisters a nurse at the old folks home momma still cooking too much for supper and...
