(Please Lord Let This Be My) Last Goodbye
Packy Lundholm
She's got the style
She's got the grace
She put everything in its right place
I'm rolling over
I'm playing dead
I just can't get that face out of my head
Now please, Lord, let this be my last goodbye
Bring an end to all these lonely times
What's it gonna take to make you only mine?
Please, Lord, let this be my last goodbye
She's got the silver
She's got the gold
She don't do exactly what she's told
We drink the whiskey
Out of the jar
Everybody knows just who we are
So I said...