Testo The Best Part Of Nothing

A bottle and an ashtray

A few nickels and a dime

A tearstained sheet of paper

With some old faded written lines

It`s been years now, and he´s been thinkin

And he hasn t got it yet

What these lines ment, on this paper

That keeps sliding through his hand


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She left him the best part of nothing And
He damn sure needs to know what that might be

That letter that he holds might drive him crazy

Destination,a hundred yards to skid row

The few words that she wrote will kill him, maybe

They sure will stop this man from growing old

instr. steel/fiddle (1 Verse)

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