Kristofferson Kris - Dont Cuss the Fiddle Lyrics

I heard the front door closing softly,
as I wakened from my sleep;
With the last touch of her kips, Lord,
like a whisper on my cheek;
And I cursed the sun for risin',
'cause the worst, Lord, was yet to come;
'Cause this morning, she's just leavin',
but, come sundown, she'll be gone.

See the lipstick on the pillow
that I placed beneath her head;
And the soft sheets still feel warm, Lord,
where she lay upon my bed;
And it hurts to know it's over,
for the hurt, Lord, has just begun.
'Cause this morning, she's just leavin',
but, come sundown, she'll be gone.