| He tore down the work of seventeen years
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| Brick by brick and stone by stone
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| No hammer was swingin' 'cause cheatin' and drinkin'
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| Don’t need no help wreckin' a home
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| Ah, but when he came back through the dust and the rubble
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| Of what he had once called his life
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| He dropped to his knees in sheer disbelief
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| Of the total destruction inside
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| There were empty closets and empty drawers
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| And a tear stained note on the kitchen floor
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| And burnin' memories in the fireplace
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| He waited too late to say he was wrong
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| His house was still standin' but his home was gone
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| Brother you would not believe
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| What you can see from your knees
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| Right then and there in an old sinner’s prayer
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| He told things he’d kept in the dark
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| There was no use in lyin' 'cause the man who was listenin'
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| Could see every room in his heart
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| Ah, he took empty whiskey bottles, little black book and all
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| To the fire she left on the grate
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| Ah, sometimes a man will change on his own
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| But sometimes I tell you it takes
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| Empty closets and empty drawers
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| And a tearful confession on the kitchen floor
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| And burnin' memories in the fireplace
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| He waited too late to say he was wrong
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| His house was still standin', he’d fight for his home
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| Brother you would not believe, oh you would not believe
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| What you can see from your knees |