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