Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
Earl Thomas Conley
I came home early this morning
And she was gone
So I turned to the mirror
But the mirror seemed to say
Down in the valley
Across the city
Through the dark alleys
Filled with self-pity
Where people are victims of their own fears
Have you come down to the devil's table
Drinking poison 'til you're not able
To see how your laughter has turned to tears
Boy, you're as low as you can go
Left more than tracks along the road
Among the seeds that you have sown
There lies a man you should have known
Boy, you're as low as you can go
Left more than tracks along the road
Among the seeds that you have sown
There lies a man you should have known
Boy, you're as low as you can go
Left more than tracks along the road
Among the seeds that you have sown
There lies a man you should have known