Текст: George Jones. Other. Things Have Gone To Pieces.

the Faucet started [5-7] Drippin' in the [1] Kitchen
And last Night your Picture [5-7] Fell Down from the [1] Wall
To-[4]-day the Boss said Sorry, I can't [1] Use you Any-[6m]-more
And [1] Tonight the Light Bulb [5-7] Went Out in the [1] Hall

CHORUS
[5-7] Things Have Gone To Pieces since you [1] left Me
[4] Nothing Turns out [1] Half-right now it [5-7] Seems
There ain't [4] Nothing in my Pocket,
But Three [1] Nickels and a [4] Dime
But I'm [1] Holding to the [5-7] Pieces of my [1] Dream

Somebody Threw a Baseball through my Window
And the Arm fell off my Fav'rite Chair Again
The Man called me Today and Said he'd Haul my Things Away
If I didn't Get my Payments made by Ten