Thursday, June 6, 2013

Nashville, May 2013

the alley in Nashville, Tennessee
Where Pasty Fell To Pieces.
at least that's what I suspect...
(Written by harlan howard and hank Cochran)

I fall to pieces
Each time I see you again
I fall to pieces
How can I be just your friend

You want me to act like we've never kissed
You want me to forget, pretend we've never met
And I've tried and I've tried but I haven't yet
You walk by, and I fall to pieces

I fall to pieces
Each time someone speaks your name
I fall to pieces
Time only adds to the flame

You tell me to find someone else to love
Someone who'll love me, too, the way you used to do
But each time I go out with someone new
You walk by and I fall to pieces

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