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Nobody's Home - Clint Black



     
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Move slowly to my dresser drawers
Put my blue jeans on
Find my cowboy boots, my button down
Strap my timepiece on my armGrab my billfold, my pocket change
Just a mindless old routine
Then it's out the door and down the street
But it's not really meI still comb my hair the same
Still like the same cologne
And I still drive that pick-up truck
That the same old bank still ownsBut since you left, everybody says
I'm not the guy they've known
The lights are on
But nobody's homeCup of coffee in the morning
It's just food for the brain
But I've been numb since our last goodbye
I haven't felt a thingBut now there's pains in my head
And pains in my chest
And I think I'm losing my hair

I'm a half a man with half a mind
To think you didn't careI still comb my hair the same
Still like the same cologne
And I still drive that pick-up truck
That the same old bank still ownsBut since you left, everybody says
I'm not the guy they've known
The lights are on
But nobody's homeSince you left, everybody says
I'm not the guy they've known
The lights are on
But nobody's home
The lights are on
But nobody's home

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Clint Patrick Black (born February 4, 1962 in Long Branch, New Jersey, USA) is a neotraditional country music singer, songwriter, producer and occasional actor. He grew up in Katy, TX (west of Houston) and spent a good portion of his high school years touring Houston's club circuit.

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