Lonesome Wyatt and Rachel Brooke empty house


The worst feeling I´ve ever known
That´s how I´ve been feeling today
I´m all out of drugs and all out of hope
Lord take this heartsick feeling away
´Cause it´s hard coming home to an empty house
The dog i had I put him to rest
´Cause he tore up the girl next door
Now I´ve got to live with that
I feel as bad asi if I killed my own Pa
And it´s hard coming home to an empty house
Wish I had a courage to slit my fucking throat
Wish i had a bag of that good old fashioned dope
´Cause it´s hard coming home to an empty house
And everyday that passes away
I might as well be falling down stairs
I don´t wanna go to heaven, I don´t wanna go to hell
Lord just let me keep a-going nowhere
´Cause it´s hard coming home to an empty house
I lock my doors and close my blinds
And then I just sit here all night
I try to sleep but I stay awake
I know there´s something ´bout me not right
And it´s hard coming home to an empty house
Wish I had a courage to slit my fucking throat
Wish i had a bag of that good old fashioned dope
´Cause it´s hard coming home to an empty house