The King - George Jones

I was the best looking thing she ever had her arms around

At least that’s what I told all over town

It was a privilege for her to watch just to keep me here

While I lay home and watch TV, sippin' on a cold, cold beer.

I told myself I had it made for the rest of my life

A dream comes true for one who never gave his share

My life in this old house was like a king upon his throne

Till I woke up one morning and the one I love was gone.

And the King is not the King anymore

He got an empty house to rule which proves that he’s a fool

He drove her and his crown’s right out of the door.

And the one he loved won’t be back

She’ll never put her foot back thru the castle door

And the King is not the King anymore.

And the King is not the King anymore…