The Champagne of Tears

There’s too much Tammy, not enough Loretta
You’ve nailed me up upon your cross but I won’t hang forever
I work my fingers to the bone now you tell me you’re not coming home
To this two-story house I built and you tore to the ground

You have never, ever had it rough
What you had was given, what you got was not enough
Your bed was made by someone else’s hand
And I am still your ever-loving man

But I cry the champagne of tears
I drive the Cadillac of heartaches
Nothing but the best will do for hearts of gold like yours
The more I, I try to satisfy, the more I come to fear
Another dismal fiscal year and the champagne of tears

I gave you all I had to give and more
I built the house you live in from the ceiling to the floor
To kiss your lips and look into your money colored eyes
Was all I wanted from the one who never said goodbye

Still I cry the champagne of tears
I drive the Cadillac of heartaches
Nothing but the best will do for hearts of gold like yours
The more I, I try to satisfy, the more I come to fear
Another dismal fiscal year and the champagne of tears