Tom T. Hall Old Habits Die Hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits like loving you
Like spending my days and nights
In missing you
Hours that were yours echo like empty rooms
Strange faces and your place can't keep away the gloom
Old habits die hard now that you're gone
Old habits die hard
Old habits like being true
Like counting the hours
Till I could be with you
Things we used to share I now keep alone
I waste my nights here by the telephone
Old habits die hard, now that you're gone
Hours that were yours echo like empty rooms
Strange faces and your place can't keep away the gloom
Old habits die hard now that you're gone
