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I woke up this mornin' alone in my bed,
A letter from Marjeana said, the fire is dead;
She said, I'm leavin', can't take anymore,
I'm fed up with your smoky bars and our private war.
I'm tired of the late nights, and all your runnin' around,
Livin' on dreams and promises, never settlin' down.
[SPOKEN] So she took the children, went home on a plane,
Said goodbye, I love ya, but [SUNG] things are the same.
Love left town today on the wings of a silver bird,
Said she'd always be my lover, said she'd never find another;
So here's to the memory of the love that we once knew,
But she's searchin' for a field of clover,
She left a note that said it was over.
Can't believe that she left me, here I sit all alone,
Gonna miss the sounds of the children, all their carryin' on;
So I drink up my whiskey, hopin' memory will fade,
But then I wake up in the mornin', think of love we made.
[SPOKEN] Well, she's in the bottle, and she's in my head,
But when I reach out at night, [SUNG] she's not in my bed.
Love left town today on the wings of a silver bird,
Said she'd always be my lover, said she'd never find another;
So here's to the memory of the love that we once knew,
But she's searchin' for a field of clover,
She left a note that said it was over.
It's over....
