Текст (слова) песни: Bill Anderson - Not Really Living At All
What is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at all I come home in the evening there`s no laughter there to fill the air A cool lonely room to meet me nobody here to greed me where has our love gone And then my thoughts begin to stray back to a happy yesterday When love was here beside me your love was here to guide me where did I go wrong What is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at all I reach down for the paper and I see a toy our little boy Left layin` there it haunts me I wonder if he ever wants me to play his little games I guess I never took the time to fix a hurt or make a rhyme Or carry him on my shoulder will he forgive me when he`s older Or will he remember my name What is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at all I found a puppy down the street with big sad eyes and muddy feet There`s nobody here to claim him no wonder round here to name him Or take him for a walk I keep him here for company and he looks up so sad at me Each time he sees me crying he knows inside I`m dying if only he could talk What is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at all What is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at all
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