Story Behind the Song
She's gone. She's never coming back. And every country singer in the world has met her.
Lyrics
Stereo's on, you are gone. Country music's playing
Last thing I think you said was I don't hear a word you're saying
Them good old boy's have all the toys, good trucks and dogs and guns
Of all the songs they've played today, "She's coming home" ain't one
Line by line, time after time, they sing how much they're hurtin'
They say the words I'd say to you, if you were here, I'm certain
Those boys all sing they like to fish, and hunt and they like beer
But ain't one singing 'bout the way you'll ever come back here
The cowboys seem to know you, you're in every song they sing
Sitting in that honky-tonk taking off your rings
Perched there in that corner booth, like some broken hearted lover
They start a tale of love and then drink until it's over
They sing in bands, in exotic lands like Little Rock and Dallas
Of girls and bulls with scary names like Killer, Crush and Alice
They cry and hoot, drink and shoot in every smoke filled place
And no matter how I try they won't let me forget your face
So here I am with beer in hand, singing all the verses
Of country clubs and broken hearts and Marie Lebeaux type curses
Them good old boys don't know the pain they bring me every minute
Cause everytime they sing a song, I know that you'll be in it
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