Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Marty Stuart
Written by Marty Stuart and Mark Collie
The man on the street without any shoes
With nowhere to go and nothing to lose
Somehow I can tell what he's going through
He looks like I feel since I don't have you
Since I don't have you, I've learned to survive
On little or nothing to keep me alive
I'd turn to another but to tell you the truth
I don't have the heart since I don't have you
I start out each day without any clue
Of where I might be when my day is through
And I don't have a friend that I haven't used
To get through the night since I don't have you
Since I don't have you, I've learned to survive
On little or nothing to keep me alive
I'd turn to another but to tell you the truth
I don't have the heart since I don't have you
I don't have the heart since I don't have you