Standard (EADGBE)

  The stairs sound so lonely without you

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

  Well yes I know that our differences pulled us apart

  Never spoke a word heart to heart, I'm glad that you're gone

  But I wish to the Lord you'd come home

 Yes I'm gla--ad that you're gone, Got the feeling so strong

 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 play a chord, I pray out to the Lord

  That you'll quit your honkey-tonk and sing my song

 Yes I'm gla--ad that you're gone, Got the feeling so strong

 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

  Play the song we used to sing so long ago

 Yes I'm gla--ad glad that you're gone, Got the feeling so strong

 I'm glad that you're gone, But I wish to the Lord you'd come home