Standard (EADGBE)

The stairs sound so lonely without you

I ain't made my bed in a week, Coffee stains on the paper I'm writing

And I'm too choked up inside to speak

Well yes I know that our differences pulled us apart

Never spoke a word heart to heart, I'm glad that you're gone

But I wish to the Lord you'd come home

Yes I'm gla--ad that you're gone, Got the feeling so strong

I'm glad that you're gone, But I wish to the Lord that you'd come home

Well my guitar still plays your favorite song

Though the strings have been outta tune for some time

Every time I play a chord, I pray out to the Lord

That you'll quit your honkey-tonk and sing my song

Yes I'm gla--ad that you're gone, Got the feeling so strong

I'm glad that you're gone, But I wish to the Lord that you'd come home

So I'll Throw another log onto the fire,

And, I'll admit I'm a lousy liar

As the coals die down and flicker, I hear that guitar picker

Play the song we used to sing so long ago

Yes I'm gla--ad glad that you're gone, Got the feeling so strong

I'm glad that you're gone, But I wish to the Lord you'd come home