Interpret:

Tammy Wynette

Album:

I Still Believe In Fairy Tales

Your picture's in the closet
Covered with a sheet
That used to drape our bed


And I can't find your glasses
On the table
Where you often sat and read


Your car's down at the station
And your clothes
Are in the cleaners being pressed


That's why the house is empty
Oh, thank God, your memory's
Finally gone to rest


Your chair is being covered
It had finally seen the best
Of better days


The kids put up your tennis racket
Now, nobody hardly
Ever plays


Your coffe mug is gone
And by mistake
The Goodwill people
Took your desk


That's why the house is empty
Oh thank God, your memory's
Finally gone to rest


Your memory's gone
Away from home
Finally, it's leavin me alone
Alone


There's nothin left to think about
Nothin to remember or regret
Now, the house is empty
Oh thank God, your memory's
Finally gone to rest


Now the house is empty
Oh thank God, your memory's
Finally going to rest.