I Die Ten Thousand Times A Day - Merle Haggard, The Strangers

I come home and I sat down by the door

I just sat and dream my lonely life away

I just can’t stand a thought that I won’t see you anymore

I guess I die ten thousand times a day

If that soulful life comes to its end

I ceased to live the night you went away

If you walk through that door then I’ll start to live again

I guess I die ten thousand times a day

I pick up each thing you used to touch

I call to mine each tender word you say

If I’ve hurt you it’s just because I love you much too much

I guess I die ten thousand times a day