hey, bub
jones, rickie lee
he had a little place he kept for me
and he would tell me - poof
he moved us to a home there
a place where he'd take care of me
and i'd always know where he'd be
and sometimes all i see is lonely
he's gone and i don't like to hear anymore
all the places that saw us meet
there's not much left of our old town
he had a little place he kept for me
and he would tell me - poof