[ Don Rich ]. I sat home alone till I nearly climbed the walls. While you been out just a havin' yourself a ball. But I end up my mind today there's gotta be a better way.
[ Don Rich ]. For two long weeks you're goin' to Kansas City. And I'm sure I'm gonna miss you while you're gone. Well this ol' town will seem to die without you.
[ Don Rich ]. Well we just passed county line be home about a half past nine. See the friends that I once knew I gotta lotta much to do. Have a piece of apple pie see the happy tear in her eye.
[ Don Rich ]. I've been hearin' stories about the way you carry on. Tellin' everybody you won't miss me when I'm gone. But there ain't no time in my young life to worry over you.
[ Doyle Holly ]. Your suitcase is packed and the cab is waiting. But there's one thing that I would like to say. But although you go I'll have no time for hating.
[ Don Rich ]. I've got a letter from home today mama didn't have a lot to say. Said that papa ain't a feeling too good ain't been a eatin' the way he should.
[ Doyle Holly ]. You turn your head each time I meet you on the street. I brush your arm as you pass by but you don't speak. I call you on the telephone but can't get through I can't stop my loving you.
I've done everything I could to make you happy. Yes, I've given everything that I could give. But the best I had to offer couldn't hold you. You just couldn't seem to live the way I live.