|The Grand Tour (Караоке).mid|
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@I(c) 1996-1997 V. Palleschi
|Text|| Previously by: George Jones|
|Text||Sequenced by: M. S. Proffit|
|Step right up, come on in.|
If you'd like to take the grand tour,
of a lonely house that once was home sweet home.
I have nothing here to sell you,
just some things that I will tell you.
Some things I know will chill you to the bone.
Over there sits the chair
where she brang the paper to me,
and sit down on my knee and whisper oh I love you.
But now she's gone forever and this old house
will never be the same without the love . .
that we once knew.
Straight ahead that's the bed
where we lay and love together
and lord knows we had a good thing going here.
See her picture on the table don't it look
like she'd be able, just to touch me
and say good morning dear.
There's her rings and all her things
and her clothes are i~n the closet,
just like she left them when she tore my world apart.
As you leave you'll see the nursery,
oh she left me without mercy,
taking nothing but our baby and my heart.
Step right up, come on in.