Things Have Gone To Pieces - George Jones (乔治·琼斯)
Oh the faucet started
Drippin' in the kitchen
And last night your picture
Fell down from the wall
Today the boss said "Sorry
I can't use you anymore "
And tonight the light bulb
Went Out in the hall
Things have gone to pieces since you left me
Nothing turns out half-right now it seems
There ain't nothing in my pocket
But three nickels and a dime
But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream
Somebody threw a baseball
Through my window
And the arm fell off
My favorite chair again
The man called me today and said
He'd haul my things away
If I didn't get my payments made by ten
Things have gone to pieces since you left me
Nothing turns out half-right now it seems
There ain't nothing in my pocket
But three nickels and a dime
But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream