Make My Day

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When the old man got up In the mornin' he'd pray Lord won't you make this my very last day I am done with my life Since my love went away Please Lord make my day I've been cryin' all night Till the bleak morning light And my pillow is soaked in despair For there's nobody there Where my sweet darling lay Please Lord make my day When the widow woke up In the morning she pray Lord turn this into my dying day I am done with my life Since you took him away Please Lord make my day I've been weepin' all night Till the bleak mornin' light And my pillow is drenched in despair For there's nobody there Where my sweet darling lay Please Lord make my day When the old man got out For his bottle of booze To wipe out the memories he wanted to loose He noticed the widow So lonesome in line At the liquor store holding her wine But the looks they exchanged Seemed somehow arranged So the pain in their eyes they could share As if someone up there Made a slight little ray Of light in the dark of their day When they walked out the store They were talkin' some more Till they managed a smile and a touch It didn't seem to be much But it felt mighty fine Better than whiskey and wine Between the liquor store line And a kiss on their way The Good Lord'd been makin' their day Tekst en muziek: Marc De Koninck Copyright: © 2012

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