Room At The Top Of The Stairs
(Indisponível)
She lives all alone on a dark windy street
In a room at the top of the stairs
She smokes cigarettes and stares at the walls
Not knowing that my heart lives there
In the cool of the night she takes me inside
And helps with my troubles and pain
She's warm and she's sweet her kisses lead me weak
I love it when she touches my face
[ guitar ]
She talks about the past the sorrow and regret
And she cries about the gray in her hair
I love her so much but she just won't believe
That any man alive could ever care
[ dobro ]
Wish I'd been there when she was a girl
Before love had treated her unfair
She would't be so sad and she would't live alone
In that room at the top of the stairs
[ fiddle ]
She lives all alone on a dark windy street
In a room at the top of the stairs
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