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Another Empty Cup
Goodneighbor Blues · 7:13
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Lyrics transcript
Reviewed lyrics for Another Empty Cup.
Well hell, here we go again
Same damn table
Same damn blues
I woke up this morning, coffee cold as yesterday
Yeah, I woke up this morning Coffee cold as
yesterday
That woman took my sunshine Left these bills I
gotta pay
Got a cigarette burning Ain't got nothin' left to
smoke
Got a cigarette burning Ain't got nothing left to
smoke Been sitting here so damn long Even my
shadow thinks I'm broke
Well, she took my good whiskey Took my favorite
easy chair
Yeah, she took my good whiskey Took my favorite
easy chair
Left a lipstick stain on my coffee cup And
a whole lot of empty air Now the landlord's
at my window Bill collectors on my phone
Laws of landlords at my window Bill collectors on
my phone
And the only thing that's paid up Is the
misery in this home
Another empty fuckin' cup
Another long and lonely day Another empty fuckin' cup
Another long and lonely day I keep pourin' out
my heart, Lord But that woman walked away
I caught her up on Monday She said, baby,
leave me be
Yeah, I caught her up on Monday She said,
baby, leave me be
Said, you can keep that busted heart But don't
you put that mess on me Well, I ain't
no Sunday preacher, ain't no angel dressed in white
No, I ain't no Sunday preacher, ain't no angel
dressed in white
But I never left that woman with an empty
bed at night
Well, I went down to the corner Told old
Willie what she done
Yeah, I went down to the corner Told old
Willie what she done
He said, boy, quit your crying She ain't the
only loaded gun
So I bought myself a bottle Poured a little
in my cup
Yeah, I bought myself a bottle Poured a little
in my cup
But the whiskey couldn't drown her
And the blues came crawling up Another empty fucking
cup Another long and lonely day Another empty fucking
cup Another long and lonely day I keep pouring
out my heart, Lord
But that woman walked away
You know something?
That woman took my whiskey, took my money, took
my damn dog too.
But she left me this cup.
Ain't that some shit?
Well, tomorrow I'll get up, put some coffee on
again
Yeah, tomorrow I'll get up, put some coffee on
again
Might find myself another woman, might just find another
friend But tonight I'm sitting here Let that old
guitar complain
Yeah, tonight I'm sitting here Let that old guitar
complain
Cause this cup ain't the only thing
That's been emptied by the pain Another empty fucking
cup Another empty cup, another long and lonely day
Another lonely day But I keep pouring out my
heart, Lord
But that woman walked away
Hey, Willie, pour me another
And this time, leave the damn bottle.