(Porter Wagoner) [bad word] [bad word] club17753155

I woke up this morning in a strange place
I looked into the mirror at a strange face
Then I looked for you but you could not be found
And then I felt the [bad word]  down

I walked across the room to the empty bed
Saw the imprint on the pillow where you laid your head
The presence of you still lingered all around
And once again I felt the [bad word]  down

Then I felt the lonely dripping down my face
As I realized no one could take your place
I wondered where the love had gone that we had found
And then again I felt the [bad word]  down

I wondered where the love had gone that we had found
And again I felt the [bad word]  down

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