Sturgill Simpson - Sitting Here Without You Lyrics
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Sitting Here Without You
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What Are The Lyrics For Sitting Here Without You By Sturgill Simpson?
You could have told me you didn't care about me
You could have told me you was the cheating kind I'd be out on the town running around Seeing what else I could find Instead of sitting here without you And with you on my mind I'm all alone in the night And I know you ain't coming back to me There's a moon over me so bright Oh it lights up my sorrow for everyone to see You could have told me you didn't care about me You could have told me you was the cheating kind I'd be out on the town running around Seeing what else I could find Instead of sitting here without you And with you on my mind Don't have to tell nobody how I'm feeling Don't have to tell nobody how I cry Oh It's written on my face cause' I know you're out there stealing All them sweet, sweet kisses from all them other guys Well you could have told me you didn't care about me You could have told me you was the cheating kind I'd be out on the town running around Seeing what else I could find Instead of sitting here without you And with you on my mind I'd be out on the town running around Seeing what else I could find Instead of sitting here without you And with you on my mind |
Who Wrote Sitting Here Without You By Sturgill Simpson?
John Sturgill Simpson
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What's The Duration Of The Sitting Here Without You By Sturgill Simpson?The duration of Sitting Here Without You is 2:10 minutes and seconds. |
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