statler brothers, the
that haunted old house
i've thought of you every day since june of '55 that picture you gave me has helped me survive i've passed by your house a million times outside of town my mind let my heart stop and take a look around it's pretty run down and there's ivy everywhere no scent of your momma's flowers in the air with no yellow paint the front porch looks plain and sad that old swing made me smile 'bout the times that we had i can't remember if it was your fault or mine and you can't trust a memory when it's had too much time i'm haunted by things like your smile and my pride like that haunted old house i'm empty inside although it was quiet i swear i could hear the record i bought you by the platters that year i walked up the front steps but stopped at the door there's nothing for me in there anymore i wiped a tear from your cheek the last time i saw you and i've held it in my hand because well i just wanted to but i lost it today in that lonesome old place that tear i was saving wound up on my face i can't remember if it was your fault or mine. like that empty old house i'm haunted inside