(Paul Overstreet/Al Gore/Nat Stuckey)

Last night I dug your picture out from our old dresser drawer
I set it on the table and I talked to it til four
I read some old love letters right up til the break of dawn
Yeah I've been sittin alone diggin up bones

Then I went through the jewelry and I found our wedding rings
I put mine on my finger and I gave yours a fling
Across this lonely bedroom of our recent broken home
Yeah tonight I'm sittin alone diggin up bones

I'm diggin up bones, I'm diggin up bones
Exhuming things that's better left alone
I'm resurrecting memories of a love that's dead and gone
Yeah tonight I'm sittin alone diggin up bones

Then I went through the closet and I found some things in there
Like that pretty negligee that I bought you to wear
Then I recalled how good you looked each time you had it on
Yeah tonight I'm sittin alone diggin up bones

I'm diggin up bones I'm diggin up bones
Exhuming things that's better left alone
I'm resurrecting memories of a love that's dead and gone
Yeah tonight I'm sittin alone diggin up bones

I'm resurrecting memories of a love that's dead and gone
Yeah tonight I'm sittin alone diggin up bones
I'm diggin up bones I'm diggin up bones
Exhuming things that's better left alone

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