Testo Left behind Grace Potter And The Nocturnals

Left behind

He’s gone to find his way again
He said he lost his only friend
He’s go a jar of cash to spend
He’s running off just like he done before
And he made a stop down at the track
Sold his favorite leather hat
Told the man he won’t be back
And rounded out an old unsettled score
But oooh, this ain’t the first time that I’ve been left behind.

I’d cook his lunch and wash his clothes
He’d tend the fence and shoot the crows
Somewhere in there we got close
They say a handy man is hard to find
He bought the farm I sold my car
He left me with a silver scar
He’s colder than a steel guitar
He always warned he ain’t the loving kind
I told him ooooh, this ain’t the first time I’ve been left behind.
Some days I cry like a child
Other days I ramble wild
He’s got me so god-damned beguiled
I don’t even know his middle name
He’s been lost and found before
But I’ve stopped waiting by the door
I still love him to the core
I only wish that he could do the same
Ooooh, this ain’t the first time I’ve been left behind.
He don’t call, and he don’t write
He slips on in after midnight
I never turn off my porch light
He always finds his way back to my place
I never asked him for a ring
He gave me this old song to sing
And helped himself to everything
And now I’m here without a speck of grace

But ooooh, this ain’t the first time I’ve been left behind.