morgan geer

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

 

StillĀ 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

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