Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Roger Miller
Dear heart wish you were here to warm this night
Dear heart it seems like a year since you went out of my sight
A single room a table for one it's a lonesome town alright
But soon I'll kiss you hello at our front door
And dear heart I want you to know I'll leave your arms never more