There's a heartbroken spirit wanderin' free,
From the bottom of my glass he looks a lot like me.
With every Haggard song I hear,
Our end becomes more clear,
Your love ain't with me no more,
And the thought of you dried up my tears.
From the bottom of my glass he looks a lot like me.
With every Haggard song I hear,
Our end becomes more clear,
Your love ain't with me no more,
And the thought of you dried up my tears.