Carl Smith Washing My Dreams In Tears
Oh once my heart was light and gay and didn't realize
Until you vanished from my side and opened up my eyes
I balanced up the books on you the answer's very clear
The final total comes into exactly nothin' dear
I'm fillin' up a washing tub of tears I shed for you
And dumpin' in my oldest dreams I've got a job to do
I'm washing all my dreams in tears to rid my misery
And hangin' out on the line that you handed me
[ guitar ]
At night when I lie down to rest instead of coutin' sheep
I count the many lies you told to put myself to sleep
I count the times you cheated to and knowing how you are
I'd like to count them everyone but I can't count that far
I'm fillin' up a washing tub...
[ steel ]
I'll take the brush you used and given me to brush all fear
And brush away my thoughts of you that linger round so near
Put on my walking shoes I got when you gave me the air
Go out and found somebody new someone who really care
I'm fillin' up a washing tub...
