The worn out linoleum
has lost its pattern on
the kitchen floor
And the woman that used to scrub
its turned around
walked right out the door.
The oilcloth on the table
she'd wiped so many times
it's almost gone.
And the elbows leaning on it
held the head of a man that drank alone
Every now and then
And his empty can would shatter
the silence of the room
As it landed on her pretty face
Still smiling from the broken picture frame
For lately, since she left him
He just sits at the kitchen table
drinkin' beer
Starin' at that worn linoleum,
tryin' to trace
The lost patterns round his chair
Well, it's hard luck, hard times
I've had too many rainy days
Hard -working people
Who just get by from pay -to -pay
Well, it takes its toll upon us
We sometimes drive away
the ones who care.
From all the wearing and the tearing,
The caring just walks right out the door.
Well, it's hard luck, hard times,
And too many rainy days
Hard -working people
Who just get by from pay -to -pay
Well, it takes its toll upon us
We sometimes drive away
the ones who care
From all the wearing and the tearing
The caring just walks right out the door
Well, it takes its toll upon us
We sometimes drive away
the ones who care
From all the wearing and the tearing
The caring just walks right
out the door
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