He watched a love that proved untrue
from a window up above
and couldn’t walk through this world
without Luke the Drifter’s shoes
He took us on The Grand Tour
gave wine colored roses away
and little tears still come from
He Stopped Loving Her Today
Oh as I look at all my choices
I know that the race is on
and the cold hard truth is
sometimes I feel like George Jones
I may cry to a bartender
share more than a few of my blues
talk about the golden ring
that tore my tender years into
Perhaps she thinks I still care
and will till the grass grows over me
but the closing of the door still echoes
from the last time she set me free
Oh as I look at all my choices
I know that the race is on
and the cold hard truth is
sometimes I feel like George Jones
By Darrell Lindsey
Nacogdoches
