Oh, come hear a story a stranger just told me Of a woman who meant everything So proud he once owned her but he has her no longer For she wears another man's ring.
He talked of the good time they'd had in the springtime Before she was stolen away He blamed her oh no none he said she was too young And that's why she wanted to stray.
We drank to her new love that it might be true love Her future both happy and bright With his eyes growing misty he drank down the whiskey That was telling his story that night.
And though he didn't even know me he told me all of his story And not one single word did he say without pride And then he asked me if I blamed her but oh when he named her I wanted to run out and hide.
How could I tell him the man that had dealt him His sadness and sorrow was me I ran from the table while I was still able To hold back my own misery.
And now a wonder comes to me that maybe he knew me And he told me just so I'd cry But without his knowing my teardrops were flowing For she had just told me goodbye...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
