Come Sundown

George Jones

Composição de: Kris Kristofferson
I heard the front door closing softly as I weaken from my 
sleep
With the last touch of her lips Lord like a whisper on my 
cheek

And I cursed the sun for rising for the worst Lord is yet 
to come
Cause this morning she's just leaving but come sundown 
she'll be gone

See the lipstick on the pillow that I placed beneath her 
head
And the soft sheets still feel warm Lord where she lay upon
 my bed

And it hurts to know it's over for the hurt Lord had just 
begun
Cause this morning she's just leaving but come sundown 
she'll be gone
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