Old Fashioned Cry - Kay Adams

Each night when the lights of the city go on\nI’m at home with them old friends of mine\nI talk with a mem’ry about thing I miss\nWhile the hands of the clock drag the time\nFrom the dresser your picture smiles back at me\nThen the tears start to fall from my eyes\nI turn off the lights and for the rest of the night\nI have me an old fashioned cry\nFrom the dresser your picture smiles back at me\nThen the tears start to fall from my eyes\nI turn off the lights and for the rest of the night\nI have me an old fashioned cry