Stonewall Jackson
Stonewall Jackson
Stonewall Jackson
Stonewall Jackson
Stonewall Jackson
Stonewall Jackson
Stonewall Jackson
Stonewall Jackson
Stonewall Jackson
Stonewall Jackson
Stonewall Jackson
Stonewall Jackson
There's a path that is worn in the carpet on the floor
By the window where I watch and wait for you
I'm a prisoner alone in a cell that once was home
And there's no one to talk to but the blues
Oh the carpet on the floor it's tattered and tore
And tears I've cried enough to flood the sea
Things that's loved the most by man
Are tossed about like a grain of sand
And lost just like the love you had for me
Till I'm too feeble to walk, till I grow too weak to talk
Till my eyes grow dim and I no longer see
I still walk along alone prayin' for you to come home
Till the last breath of life has gone from me
Oh the carpet on the floor it's ragged and warn
And tears I've cried enough to flood the sea
Things that's loved the most by man
Are tossed about like a grain of sand
And lost just like the love you had for me
The Carpet On The Floor was written by Vic McAlpin.