Brace up and face it God grants you the strength to take it
You're gonna have to make it you're gonna have to face it
You're gonna have to make it all alone
you're gonna have to make it on your own
Every first must have it lasts but the span between be long
And if desire should come for me before that marble stone
Don't think of how I left you girl cause when you're gone you're gone
Brace up and face it God grants you the strength to take it
You're gonna have to make it you'e gonna have to face it
You're gonna have to make it all alone
You're gonna have to make it on your own
When the green grass grows and the spring wind blows
And the soft clouds tease the sun
If youthful hands should spark romance in weaker will that's strong
Don't shed a tear or blame yourself or try to right my wrong
Tell me what he's got I can't give you
Must be something I was born without
You took an awful chance to be with another man
So tell me what he's got that I ain't got
Laura see these walls that I built for you
Laura see this carpet that I layed
See those fancy curtains on the windows
Touch those satin pillows on your bed
Laura count the dresses in your closet
Note the name upon the checkbook in your bag
And if there's time before I pull this trigger
Then tell me what he's got that I ain't got
I'm just taking mental journey
And my thoughts may wander back from time to time
Don't be alarmed cause I mean you no harm
I'm just walking with the mem'ries of my mind
When loneliness surrounds me and my future is my past
I escape into my dreams
I carefully choose in mem'ries from the medals of my past
That once were green and once again
Six days out of seven I work hard at doing right
But believe me you could set your watch on any Friday night
But then I'm lucky she understands and the fool that lives in me
Though I let her down she still comes around to love what's left of me
Then look out the window toward the garden
And recall all those memories we've sown
Pick up your wrinkled dress leave your shame behind
While your lover sleeps come on home
While your lover sleeps come on home
I called you on the phone just to find out what was wrong
And the things you said made my suspicions real
You said tonight again you had to stay with that sick friend
But that story I just ain't buying cause it's all over but the crying
When the sun comes up in the morning
And the wine in my bottle goes down
Put my shoes on my feet and my hat on my head
And go walking back to Birmingham
Got a three acre farm and a catfish pond
And a smoke house filled with country ham
Well this thousand miles of road won't seem too far to go
Cause I'm walking back to Birmingham
Turn out the scarlet light in your window
That tells the world the kind of girl you've become
I'm taking you back where there's folks that love you
Anna I'm taking you home
There's eighteen acres of cotton to hoe
A field of corn that I've got to plow
But I need my woman when the day of work is done
So Anna I'm taking you home
With the help of the wine and the barroom crowd
The jukebox's playing loud to my last dime
The failure that surrounds me becomes success inside
I can be the man I wanna be with the help of the wine
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With the help of the wine...
I can be the man I wanna be with the help of the wine
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