John Conlee - Miss emilys picture

I w^Dake up in the morning is a state of fright On the wrong side of the bed all night Cli^Gnging to the broken heart Inside my h^Dead I o^Gpen my eyes and I m^Aove my hand From 'r^Gound her pillow to the nig^Ahtstand And st^Graighten Miss Emily's p^Aicture by my b^Ded

G^Do to the office; the work's piled up Pour th^Dree fingers bourbon in my coffee cup Cry ^Gon my best friend's shoulder down the h^Dall F^Geel so lonely, when I c^Alose the door B^Gite my nails and I w^Aalk the floor And s^Gtraighten Miss Emily's pi^Acture on my w^Dall

L^Dook out my window and w^Ghat do I s^Dee Not^Dhing but pain looking ba^Ack at me ^D All that my future m^Geans to ^Dme Is tos^Emsing yesterday's love out into the w^Gind And straighten Miss Emily's pic^Ature now and t^Dhen

I le^Dave my office and I go downtown To a little bar we all hang around La^Gugh drink beer -shoot pool and have a b^Dall When the la^Gughter stops and the h^Aurt takes hold R^Geach in my pocket for ^Amy billfold And s^Ghow Miss Emily's pi^Acture to em' a^Dll

I s^Dtagger in the house and I slam the door Scatter my clothes all over the floor Wish^Ging I could do the same thing in my h^Dead Dr^Gink a beer and I e^Aat a bite And j^Gust before I turn o^Aut the light I st^Graighten Miss Emily's p^Aicture by my b^Ded

Lo^Dok out my window and w^Ghat do I s^Dee Not^Dhing but pain looking b^Aack at m^De All that my future me^Gans to ^Dme Is t^Emossing yesterday's love out into the wind And straighten Miss Emily's pi^Acture now and t^Dhen