POOR HEART
(Kent Vikmo)
JACK BAYMOORE & THE BANDITS (TAIL TRCD120, 2003)

You came, in my life
You were sharp, as a knife
And I fell, for you
Nothing else, I could do
Oh Lord hear my plea
You brought me pure misery

Had a dream, about you
In the dream, you were true
We laughed, and we sang
And the wedding bells rang
Didn't wanna wake up
Just stay as your snuggle-pup

Had a drink, with my friend
Said I'll ask, for her hand
But he slipped, the clutch
Yeah, he told me so much
All you told me were lies
Now my poor heart cries

Now you're gone, dunno where
And I try, not to care
But my heart is so sad
Worst feeling, I had
Oh Lord hear my plea
You brought me pure misery

Oh Lord hear my plea
You brought me pure misery

Courtesy of Kent Vikmo