YOU TORE DOWN
THE WORK
OF SEVENTEEN YEARS
BRICK BY BRICK
AND STONE BY STONE
NO HAMMER WAS SWANG
'CAUSE
CHEATIN' AND DRINKIN'
DON'T NEED NO HELP
WRECKIN' A HOME
AW BUT WHEN
HE CAME BACK
TO THE DUST
AND THE RUBBLE
OF WHAT HE HAD
ONCE CALLED HIS LIFE
OH HE DROPPED
TO HIS KNEES
IN SHEER DISBELIEF
AT THE
TOTAL DESTRUCTION
IN SIGHT
THERE WERE
EMPTY CLOSETS
AND EMPTY DRAWERS
AND A
TEAR-STAINED NOTE
ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR
AND BURNIN' MEMORIES
IN THE FIREPLACE
WELL HE WAITED
TOO LATE
TO SAY HE WAS WRONG
HIS HOUSE WAS
STILL STANDIN'
BUT HIS HOME WAS GONE
BROTHER
YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE
WHAT YOU CAN SEE
FROM YOUR KNEES
WELL RIGHT THEN
AND THERE
IN AN OLD
SINNER'S PRAYER
HE TOLD THINGS
HE'D KEPT IN THE DARK
WELL THERE WAS
NO USE IN LYIN'
'CAUSE THE MAN
WHO WAS LISTENIN'
COULD SEE EVERY
ROOM IN HIS HEART
A-WELL HE TOOK
EMPTY WHISKEY BOTTLES
LITTLE BLACK BOOK
AND ALL
TO THE FIRE
SHE'D LEFT
ON THE GRATE
AW SOMETIMES
A MAN WILL CHANGE
ON HIS OWN
BUT SOMETIMES
I TELL YOU IT TAKES
EMPTY CLOSETS
AND EMPTY DRAWERS
AND A TEARFUL
CONFESSION
ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR
AND BURNIN' MEMORIES
IN THE FIREPLACE
HE'D WAITED TOO LATE
TO SAY HE WAS WRONG
HIS HOUSE WAS
STILL STANDIN'
HE'D FIGHT FOR HIS HOME
BROTHER
YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE
BROTHER
YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE
WHAT YOU CAN SEE
FROM YOUR KNEES
