Текст песни: George Jones. Live Recordings From the Louisiana Hayride. Things Have Gone To Pieces.

Oh, the faucet started drippin' in the kitchen,
And last night your picture fell down from the wall.
Today the boss said: "Sorry, I can't use you any more."
And tonight the light bulb went out in the hall.

Things have gone to pieces since you left me.
Nothing turns out half right now, it seems.
There ain't nothing in my pocket, but three nickels and a dime,
But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream.

Somebody threw a baseball through my window,
And the arm fell off my favorite chair again.
The man called me today and said he'd haul my things away,
If I didn't get my payments made by ten.

Things have gone to pieces since you left me.
Nothing turns out half right now, it seems.
There ain't nothing in my pocket, but three nickels and a dime,
But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream