Poncho’s Lament – Tom Waits

And I ain’t made my bed in a week
Coffee stains on the paper I’m writing
And I’m too choked up inside to speak

And Yes, I know our differences pulled us apart
Never spoke a word heart to heart
And I’m glad that you’re gone
But I wish to the lord that you’d come home
And I’m glad that you’re gone
Got the feeling so strong
And I’m glad that you’re gone
But I wish to the lord that you’d come home

Well my guitar still plays your favorite song
though the strings have been outta tune for some time
Every time I strum a cord, I pray out to the lord
That you’ll quit your honkey-tonkin’ sing my song
And I’m glad that you’re gone
Got the feeling so strong
And I’m glad that you’re gone
But I wish to the lord that you’d come home

So I’ll throw another log onto the fire
And I’ll admit I’m a lousy liar
As the coals die down and flicker
I hear that guitar picker


Lyric Poncho’s Lament – Tom Waits